i want to see harry right after he showers, all soft and warm, towelling his hair dry as he walks towards me, towel riding low on his perfect hips. ‘come here’ he’ll say, holding his hand out to me, I move towards him, letting his fingers run through my hair, ‘do you want some fish buddy?’ he whispers, I meow gratefully in return. I am a cat
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