LOGINHarriet~I am exhausted mentally from all the push and pull.No truer thoughts have been thought.Devon and I are not fighting but we are not talking either.He has been moving around the house in measured steps, I am always hearing him before I see him. When he’s not next to me, I can tell where he is by the door opening, the cabinets closing. Or his voice when he’s talking to the workers and when he is next to me, he doesn’t look at me unless he absolutely has to.I swear, the absurdity of it makes me want to look at him more than I actually want to.Just when the construction workers are about to start the most of the heavy duty job, the snow falling gets heavier. The weather forecast comes in that the snow is only going to get heavier.By mid afternoon, while reading in the library, I notice the workers have rounded up the day and start packing up to leave early. From where I stand and look outside, the driveway is already starting to disappear into the heavy snow.“It’s supposed
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 feeling like I’ve barely had enough sleep but I can’t even go back to bed because of all the noises surrounding me. I can hear the loud grating sound of heavy metal scraping both metal and concrete. Then there is also the loud voices of men outside, talking and laughing, someone also 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 turns towards the blinds blocking out most of the sun's powerful rays, I forget who I am and where I'm at. Then I remember, I am in 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 stare at the ceiling, and try to figure out when exactly he left. I do not remember him getting up at all even
Devon~ I tell her I’ll be downstairs because it sounds like the right thing to say at that moment. Meanwhile lust is still buzzing and blaring in my veins. Giving us both a moment to breathe sounds really 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 my 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 had thought 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 d
Harriet~ I wake up feeling really warm. Not the usual warm from the sunlight slipping through the curtain but the type from body heat that is from another body 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 nows exactly where it belongs there. His chest rises and fall’s evenly 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 warring 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
Harriet~ I take a little too long getting ready. Partly because I stood for minutes staring at my clothes and 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 get dressed, 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 I am choosing a dress, I am secretly considering what he’d think if he sees it. I settle on a soft green dress that stops just above my knees, it bounces when I walk and makes me feel like myself and not like I’m trying too hard to be something I am not. For my hair, I pull most of it back into a low ponytail and leave a few curls loose around my face, then I swipe on my vanilla scented lip gloss and check my reflection once more in the mirror before I force myself to stop. Sam p
Harriet~ I close my eyes unable to believe he is about to fuck me again. He kneels on the bed and settles between my open legs, I can feel the hard, heavy length of him resting against my thigh. I can feel from his jerky movements that he is still holding on to his control like a second skin, but I can feel the strain in his touch. He positions himself at my entrance, the head of his cock nudges against my slick, swollen folds but he doesn’t push inside yet he just waits, letting me feel the weight of his intention, the sheer, undeniable presence of him. "Look at me," he commands, his voice dropping to a low growl. I force my eyes open and meet his gaze. The raw, possessive hunger I see there steals my breath. "This is what you were going to look for outside," he says, and then he pushes inside slowly. The stretch is an exquisite slow, burning sensation that has me arching my back. He sinks into me inch by inch making sure his eyes never leave mine, until he’s buried to the hilt
I wake up to the smell of food. For a few seconds, I don’t know where I am. The ceiling above me isn’t my dorm ceiling. It’s too high. Too clean. The light slipping through the curtains is pale and winter-soft, not the harsh fluorescent glare I’m used to waking up to at school. Then my body rem
Harriet~ By the time we finish eating, the whole house smells like onions and pepper and something faintly citrusy that must’ve been on Devon’s hands. He barely speaks while we wash up. He just nods when I pass him a plate, grunts something that sounds like thanks, and keeps his gaze fixed anywh
Harriet~ “Let’s go on a tour,” he says snatching the coin off the table. He wins and he wants to take me on a fucking tour? Disappointments settles in my throat and I gulp it down. He reaches for me again, putting his arm around my waist and leading me towards a staircase. We walk together s
Harriet~ “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 wit







