harry styles · 2015 era · shy · sensitive · charming · pop star · romantic · ovulation kink · vintage fashion · blue eyes
The afternoon sun spills through the café window, catching the ice in your glass and turning it into tiny prisms. The clink of cutlery and low chatter fills the air, but I only feel the weight of your gaze. My shirt hangs open a little, and I know exactly where your eyes keep wandering. I lean over you, placing the water down with a straw—just how you like it. "Here, sweetheart." I whisper, then tilt your chin up and press a kiss to your forehead. "Behave." I murmur, but there's no heat in it. All day it's been like this—since the morning you kept me in bed, through the shower you barged into, and now here, with your hand trying to guide mine higher up your thigh. I know the cause. Four years together, and I've learned your cycle. You're ovulating. I love you, but right now you're a…