LOGINHarriet thought the worst thing she’d done this December was surrender to a stranger in a dark room one reckless night that left her shaking, breathless, and certain she’d never see him again. She was wrong. The next morning, she arrives home for Christmas only to learn her parents have rushed off on an emergency trip, leaving her alone to supervise the renovation of their house. Except… she’s not alone. Devon, the boy who grew up in their home like family, the “almost-brother” she hasn’t seen in years, opens the door older now, broader, too handsome for her peace of mind. And when he looks at her, she feels it in her bones. Because he isn’t just Devon. He’s the stranger from last night. The man who took her virginity. The man she swore she’d forget. Now they’re trapped in the same house for the holidays, two people who should never have crossed that line, pretending not to remember the way his hands fit her body, the way she whispered his name without knowing it was his.
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“He knows you've been eye fucking him all evening,” Shirley says taking a sip of her alcoholic drink. The music isn’t loud enough that anyone needs to shout but it’s enough to keep the party I’m at moving. “You can't blame me, he looks so good I am actually down to reach second base with him, despite him being a total stranger,” I tell her trying to pretend like he didn't just catch me staring at him again Shirley whistles. “Go girl. Never thought I'd see the day you'd go wild. If you keep at it you may get rid of that card tonight.” I blush furiously looking around to see if anyone else had just heard what she said. “You’re loud Shir, besides I said just second base. I’m not having sex with a stranger.” She shrugs and takes another sip of her drink. I take a chug of mine as well noting that I’ve barely paid it attention in the past half an hour and it’s getting warm. Shirley and her boyfriend made come home a day earlier than I was supposed to just to make me tag along for this party. Despite my aversion to crowded places, I decided to come, maybe because my life is so boring lately that I need some form of spice. “I’ll be right back doll, I think Jacob has been drinking for far too long. If you need me, call me.” She says patting my shoulder softly and going in search of her boyfriend. I sigh and let the party sink under my skin. It’s barely eighteen days to Christmas and it already feels like it. Everyone is partying to hard because they know if a few days they’ll be helping out at home with tree, gifts and socks preparation. I’m just as excited, my foster parents have always made Christmas memorable and somehow because of school I missed last year, this year? No fucking way I’m missing it. I feel a presence at my back before I hear a voice. “Hey beautiful,” the person greets. I turn around to see myself staring in the eyes of the guy I’d been eye-fucking all evening. Spit forms in my mouth and I swallow it uneasily. “Um hey, handsome?” Handsome doesn’t come close to describing the ethereal man before me, he looks like a movie character. He had blonde hair in a low taper fade, piercings on his ears and his nose which I can clearly see from up close and his full eyebrows have a slit that adds to his bad boy but responsible look. He stands much taller than I do that I have to tilt my head to look at him. My stomach twists and heats up as I stare at him. “I’ve paid just as much attention to you tonight as you have to me that I thought it’d be smart to make a move,” he says and I giggle. I fucking giggle. What the fuck is wrong with me? “Oh really?” I say in a seductive voice. “Yes baby.” Heat builds between my legs. It must be the alcohol swirling through my brain and the bad combination of an extremely close contact with him that must have me feeling both entranced and aroused by the second. “Can I touch you?” “Yes.” My lips are answering before my brain has time to think. He chuckles and reaches for my waist pulling me closer. “You’re so pretty,” he compliments me again staring into my eyes. It’s hard to tell what color his eyes are but they look just as dark as his hair and I feel myself getting sucked in. My voice comes out breathlessly “Thank you.” He nods and looks away, keeping his arm on my waist and my body a hair’s breath away from his. “What do you have there?” He asks suddenly, nodding to the cup in my hand. I have no idea, Shirley had given it to me after we walked in and while it contains alcohol, I’m certain it’s only in a little quantity. “Idk, my friend gave it to me.” “Where is she?” I shrug. She said to call her if I need her, besides she’s with her boyfriend and I’m perfectly contented to stay with this stranger, I’m perfectly contented to stand close to him in the hopes of getting just one kiss. One night of a little recklessness and I’d resume my life. Second base doesn’t make me bad enough to not make a Christmas wish does it? Following the line of my haphazard thoughts, I close my eyes and make a wish for an early Christmas. Santa please let me kiss this boy. I open my eyes to him tugging me even closer to his body to feel the heat of him radiating directly. Dear Santa… He lowers his head to my ears and speaks directly into them. “How good are you with alcohol?” He asks, his breath fanning my lobes and I feel myself shiver in delight. “I’ve already had some tonight but I’m pretty good,” I lie. “How about we go play a little game, winner gets what winner wants,” he proposes. Mentally, I go through the pros and cons and end up disregarding the list. “Sure, but how about a kiss for good luck.” He pulls back and his eyes shine. “Yes, I’d like that.” His other hand snakes around my waist and down my hips, hanging dangerously about my ass. I hear my own heart pounding in my ears as he brings his lips close to mine and presses his lips softly. His hand finally touches my ass in its descent downwards, reaching to cup it and give it a firm squeeze making me help and him invading my mouth with his tongue. His hand squeezes as his tongues licks and heat curls through my core. as my lust builds. Is this how it feels? He kisses me leisurely, taking his time and I kiss him back like my life depends on it. His hands let go of my ass cheek and slides over to the other one and gives it a very firm pat. “All that good luck is for me,” he says as he pulls away. My cheeks heat up and look away from him. Do I want him to win? I don’t know. Before I know it, he is tugging at my wrist and pulling me away to the other side of the party where no one but a table filled with littered cups and a keg of what I assume is alcohol is. “Beer pong?” I ask hoping it’s a game I’m at least familiar with through the books I’ve read. “Fuck no, let’s toss a coin and leave it completely up to fate. Pick a side baby, heads or tails.” My chest throbs. Completely up to fate, I win we hit second base, he wins… I don’t fucking know. “Heads.” He gives me a dark grin that makes him look even more sexier than he has been all evening. He reaches his back pocket for a coin and flips it in the air…Harriet ~The morning after my second date with Sam is the worst I have had in a while.I wake up with a slight headache and the feeling that I’ve barely had enough sleep but I can’t even go back to bed because of all the noises surrounding me.The grating of heavy metal against both metal and concrete. The loud voices of men outside, talking and laughing someone left their truck running and the engine is rather loud.I am pulled out of my sleep in mental pieces and there’s nothing I hate more.While I lay there, my head turned towards the blinds blocking out most of the suns powerful rats, I forget who I am and where I’m an.Then I remember.Devon’s room.Our room, technically.I reach out for the side of the mattress where he normally sleeps and it’s still warm. Maybe he hasn’t been up for so long.I turn to stares at the ceiling, listening to the workers outside and the scrape of ladders, and I try to figure out when exactly he left. I do not remember him getting up at all even t
Devon~I tell her I’ll be downstairs because it sounds like the right thing to say. Meanwhile list is still buzzing and blaring in my veins.Giving us both a moment to breathe sounds reasonable. It sounds like a man who knows when to stop and step back.The truth is, if I stay in that room any more second, I will do something that I cannot pretend is accidental.I close the door behind me softly, and stand there for a moment with my forehead against the wood. I clench my hands at my sides and force by body to calm down and my brain to think, but it is almost impossible because I can smell her everywhere. On my skin, on my hands, in my head. Fuck, I can still feel the way she tightened around me and moaned my name before she could stop herself in the heat of it all. That is the part that keeps replaying. If I thoughts the first time we fucked was spectacular? I’m way out of my depth here now.Pulling away from the door, i unclench my hands and turn to go downstairs. I get there and
Harriet~I wake up warm.Not warm from the sunlight slipping through the curtain but the type from body heat that is unfamiliar and intimate enough that my first instinct is to stiffen.Then I open my eyes to see the situation.Devon’s arm is wrapped around my waist and his palm is resting flat against my stomach like it knows exactly where it belongs and it is there. His chest rises against my back with each breath.I try to think back for a bit.He wasn’t in bed when I fell asleep last night, I remember that clearly. I remember falling asleep to thoughts of both him and Sam waring in my mind. The bed was definitely empty and now here he is.I lie still, pretending I’m still asleep, trying to piece together what kind of game this is. Did I roll toward him in my sleep. Did he come in later and decide to climb into bed anyway. Did he mean to wake me like this.His grip tightens slightly, not enough to hurt, just enough to let me know that he’s aware of me now.So much for pret
Harriet~I take a little too long getting ready. Partly because I stood for minutes staring at my clothes wondering if this truly was a step in the right direction or the wrong one.Where would this move things with Dev? Forward or backwards?While I prep, I notice that the house is quiet downstairs, minus the fact that the construction workers are done for the day, it feels like Devon has deliberately gone silent and is waiting for my next move.I hate that it bothers me so much that even as u am choosing a dress, I am secretly considering what he’d think if he sees it.I settle on a soft green dress that hits just above my knees, it’s the kind that moves when I walk and makes me feel like myself and not like I’m trying too hard or even apologetic either. I pull my hair back into a low ponytail and leave a few curls loose around my face. I swipe on lip gloss that smells faintly of vanilla and check my reflection once more in the mirror before I force myself to stop.Sam pulls up rig
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