Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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I was so exhausted last night, I fell asleep in my bra and underwear, not bothering to even change into my pyjamas.
So when I woke up later than usual, I was freezing cold, even under my bedsheets. The girls were still asleep when I woke up, cuddled in their beds.
I wrapped myself into my sheets tighter, but it didn't help, so I got out of bed completely. I picked out some warm pants from my dresser, along with a hoodie Sam gave away to me.
I picked out clean underwear, and a shirt to wear underneath my hoodie, gathering the outfit and heading to the bathroom.
I close the door behind me quietly, making sure not to unintentionally wake up one of the girls.
Placing my clothes on the lid of the toilet, I open the glass door of the shower, pressing a button to turn it on, then closing the door again.
I dress out of my things, tossing them in the laundry basket to my left. I pick out a hair tie from a small tin on the side of the sink, working my hair into a high bun.
I step into the shower, feeling the warm water on my body almost immediately. It warms me up super fast and I melt into the warmth of it. I lean against the wall of the shower, while watching the drops of water sprinkle down my body.
I take the bottle of body wash on a small shelf fixed to the wall next to me, flicking the lid open and squeezing some of the contents onto my loofah. I massage it over my body, covering every inch with bubbly soap.
I let the water rinse it all off whilst I enjoy the warm of the water.
Once I've had enough and I feel my fingers start to prune a little, I grab a towel and exit the shower, onto the mat before me. I dry my body quickly, then get changed.
I stand before the mirror after taking my hair out of the bun, then I put it into a sort of high ponytail, not too tight.
I don't put any makeup on, instead I wash my face off with some cold water.
All three girls are asleep when I woke out. I didn't wake them up then, that's good.
Plummeting down onto my bed, I see the screen of my phone light up before I can relax.
Rather than checking the notification first, I check the time at the top. It reads 11:32. I'm surprised I woke up this late. I never do. Usually, I'll be up super early, ready for work.
Then I lower my gaze slightly at the green notification.
A message. From Iris. I'm suddenly excited, because Iris hasn't texted me for about a week, and I can't wait to speak to her. She told me last week that busy season is coming up and that she'll be texting me lesser for the rest of the month. So I'm surprised she's texted.
I pick my phone up and read the message.
Iris: Can you talk? I'm finally NOT busy and I have an exclusive day off today!
