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 stepped foot into bed so fast last night, tired as hell. I didn't even shower which was utterly disgusting, but I was so sore and exhausted that I just couldn't do it.
I woke up this morning, sprawled across my bed, freezing cold with my dress scrunched up at my thighs. I must've fell straight into bed the second I got back because I hadn't even covered myself with the duvet.
I didn't waste my time when I woke up, and now I'm leaning against the wall of my shower, while the hot water sprays my body gently.
The steam coming out of it has already blurred up every glass door of this shower. I've been in here for too long already but I don't even want to get out.
What I do know, is that I owe my friends an apology, really.
I left them last night and they got worried for me and thought something probably happened when the whole time I was off enjoying Harlow's dangerous foreplay.
That's only one way to put it.
Last night was something I seriously never would've imagined myself doing. Letting Harlow spank me? Punish me. Letting her bound me and tease me, it all felt so wrong but I couldn't lose that pleasant feeling of her touching me.
It's like I'm infatuated with her. With what she does. With what she does to me.
I slap my hand to my forehead to stop the thoughts, groaning as I peel myself off of the shower wall. I let the droplets warm my back for a couple of seconds, before I turn the shower off.
I grab the towel hanging over one of large glass walls, wrapping it around my body, then tucking it into the top. I step out onto the mat and dry my feet, before walking over to where I placed my clothes by the sink on the counter.
Clothes which seemed to have now disappeared. I roll my eyes, knowing exactly what this is. I was hoping to figure out the right things to say before I had to confess to last night, but it looks like my time has been limited.
I grip the handle of the door and pull it open to reveal my bedroom, accompanied with three girls laying around on my bed.
Sam is the first one who turns when she hears me. "Finally!" She groans, rolling over from her stomach and jumping off of my bed.
I stand with a frown in the doorway of my bathroom. "Please can I have my clothes back?" I ask her, tilting my head, while my hand goes to my hip.
"Speak first, receive later!" I notice Elena's voice and turn my head towards her. She's leaned against my headboard, eating from a bag of salty crackers she loves, and has made me obsessed with. She normally eats them after a hangover.
I slide my hands down my face while making my way to my bed, in hopes they'd forget what they were here for.
"So," Vera starts, locking her phone and placing it face down onto the pillow, before turning to me, "She drove you home last night?" Vera quirks an eyebrow and her lips form a small grin. I forgot about Harlow telling this stuff to the girls. I can almost imagine how disappointed they were when they realised I would've been off with her for the night. Especially after I originally went out with them. And then I ended the night being fucked by a woman I choose to forget is dangerous.
