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Chapter 18

And let me crawl inside your veins
I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain
It's not like me to be so mean
You're all I wanted
Just let me hold you
Like a hostage

— Billie Eilish, Hostage

. . . .

After a long, work-filled day of school, I quickly make my way back to my room to pack a light bag for the weekend at Harry's. He slyly slipped me a note in case, saying he'd pick me up at our usual spot at the gazebo. He disguised it by saying it was from the guidance office.

I slammed the door shut, running to my closet and finding comfortable clothes that don't consist of any part of my school uniform. After packing my other necessities, I change out of my uniform into a pair of white shorts with a simple t-shirt.

As said, Harry's in his shiny, black car waiting in the thicket of the woods by the gazebo. I swing the door open, toss my bag into the footwell of the back seats and lean over to press a quick kiss to his smooth lips.

"How was your day?" 

He shifts gears and drives down the dirt road then onto the main road back to his house.

"Good. How was your meeting?" I knot my fingers with his.

The English had a meeting to go to in the library during the last two periods about God knows what, so we had a substitute.

"It was shit. We have to make up a whole new unit about random crap that none of you will enjoy learning about, and I sure as hell won't enjoy teaching it," he grumbles with a small pout smeared across his lips. I smile at the child-like gesture and give a soft squeeze to his hand.

He glances over at me, then to the road, then back to me again, questioning, "Why are you staring at me?" 

"You're pouting."

"I'm not pouting."

"You are."

Quietly, almost mute, he mutters, "I was not."

I decide to tease him again, so I reach over and cup my hand around his pants where the two pant legs meet. The car swerves a bit then returns back to normal after he removes my hand from his crotch.

"Jesus Christ, Violet. You're going to make me wreck. Please, just wait until we get to my house to do that." He exhales heavily, his chest rising and falling at an uneven pace.

I grin to myself and bite down on my lip, feeling satisfied with myself. Glancing over at his pants for a second, I see a slight curve where my hand just touched. He glances over at me, noticing my stare.

"Quit looking at it!" He reaches around his seat, pulling a jacket from behind him to put it over his lap. 

Around ten minutes later, he pulls into his driveway and shuts off the engine before unbuckling his seatbelt. I do the same before I whisper to him, "I can still see it."

Grumbling to himself, he gets out of the car, slams the door shut and opens the back to grab my bag. I follow him inside his house then into the bedroom where he drops my bag to the floor and spreads the navy blue curtain to the side, letting in some sunlight.

"What's up with you?" I fold my arms over my chest and squint at him quizzically.

He undoes the tight Windsor knot of his tie around his neck then pulls the buttons away from their designated holes of his shirt. The material is angrily thrown to the floor along with his dress shoes.