full throttle || h.s. ||

seventeen || working overtime

the song for this chapter is "Everything," by Colby Lafayette :)

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Cold day I forgot about that feeling
Warm bodies just staring at the ceiling
There's more to being
Well what you want

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Harry

Finley had taken a shower after...well after I quite literally fucked the life out of her. To be honest, I'm not sure how she managed to stand in the shower, maybe she didn't...maybe she sat down.

I had taken one after her. I found it kind of funny how even though twenty minutes ago she was sucking on my cock and my glock and calling me Daddy, she had refused to take a shower with me, and I even caught a blush on her face when I suggested it in the first place.

I stepped out of the shower, a large towel hung loosely on my hips, and a smaller towel laying across the back of my neck. I picked up the smaller one and began to rub it over my wet hair, trying to somewhat smooth my unruly curls down even though there was probably no point, I was just gonna sleep and fuck it all up anyway.

As I stood in front of the slightly steamed up mirror, I caught myself wondering if Finley would still be out there when I was done. It was still pretty early on in the night, well, at least for one of these parties. The last time I had looked at my watch, it was only twelve forty-five in the morning.

I was almost positive that those two friends of hers would not be ready to leave yet, and Finley had been drinking, and even though she had sobered up a little from the sex, she still was in no condition to drive. Not that I particularly cared that much, but I didn't want her to get in a wreck and kill herself and her friends and somehow have it traced back to this house. I had enough deaths on my hands to concern myself with without adding three more to the list. Besides...it was a bad look for business.

She was pretty entertaining though, minus the parts where I wanted to kill her. I wasn't used to having to work for any sort of female attention, but I could tell that Finley was confident in herself and knew her worth, and knew that she was far more deserving of someone else's attention other than mine, although, I suppose there was a lapse in her judgment tonight.

I had to say that I was quite thankful for that lapse, as that was some of the best sex I have had in months. Usually, girls are so eager to please me that they just agree with anything I say or do, which, I guess is good, but also kind of boring. They never challenge me or test my patience or push back as Finley had. I could think of maybe three girls including her whom I had mindblowing sex with. Everything else was just kind of mediocre.

Which isn't really the girls' fault. I would try from time to time to see if they were interested in my kinks, but as soon as I saw any doubt in their eyes, I would dismiss the idea completely.

By no means was I a good guy. I was the last person a girl would want to bring home to their mom, and I was not the kind of guy that girls would doodle my name on their papers or put a heart by my contact in their phones. I was quite the douche, but admittedly so. But one thing I refused to do was do anything with a girl that I wasn't certain she was comfortable with.

Even if they didn't explicitly come out and say it, I could always see the doubt in their eyes. It should be common knowledge and basic human decency, but sadly, it was more common to not respect a woman's boundaries than to respect them.

I had my own personal reasons too for being so against sexual assault of any kind, but that's a story for another day.

I picked up my toothbrush and put some toothpaste on it, and began to vigorously brush my teeth. I had a weird thing about dental hygiene. I hated the thought of ever having something in my teeth, or having bad breath. I always kept tons of extra floss and toothbrushes and toothpaste and mouthwash in the bathroom. People always assumed it was for any guests that stayed the night, and I allowed them to believe that, that way I wouldn't have to admit it was all for me due to my fear of ever being accused of having bad dental hygiene.