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Seventy Four

Aubrey Hart

I'm about ready to rip Harry's head off for ever proposing this stupid no sex competition.

It's been my distraction for the last few days, the text Harry got at the afterparty along with the picture I was sent of Charlie being enough to make me want to curl up in a ball and hide from the rest of the world for eternity. Not to mention the possible visit from Ian, therefore revealing the identity of this ominous person after months of cluelessness. In avoidance of it all, I have yet to buy myself a new phone.

I know not having a phone doesn't make the texts go away since they then end up being sent to Harry, but there's been nothing but silence for two days now, so maybe that's a good sign. Either way, that's not my focus for the day. My focus is the way Harry is staring at me in the shower right now, really trying his hardest to make me explode.

It would feel weird not to shower with him despite this whole sex thing, and while we don't always have sex while we're in here, I've undergone days of teasing without any sort of relief. I'm about to reach my breaking point, but I refuse to do that until he does. We're both too painfully stubborn to give in without a fight, and it's really starting to bite us in the ass.

We both have had our fair share of extremely close calls, from silently pinning each other to walls when nobody's looking to discreetly teasing each other in rooms full of people to make it harder to contain ourselves. It's been an extremely long few days, to say the least.

I struggle with even touching him while we sleep now, his completely innocent touches driving me crazy and giving me the urge to push him away. I fight that urge each time I get it, though, not wanting to offend him even though the only reason for it would be stopping myself from begging him to just fuck my brains out already.

It also doesn't help that we have the entire suite to ourselves today, meaning he can blatantly tease me as much as he wants to without any prying eyes stopping him from going all out. Everyone else is using the day to shop and go out to eat and for drinks, the recent texting issue making me scared to leave more than I need to. The guards with them know to look out for Ian, Thomas, Cara, and every other suspect along with anyone that looks remotely like them.

I know I'm doing exactly what they want me to do by hiding away inside, but going out means being exposed to them and giving them the opportunity to get me or hurt someone I care about. I can't let that happen, so I'm trying to prevent it if I can. I'm pretty used to not leaving much anyway, this not being extremely hard for me since it's familiar by now.

I stop my mental tangent and focus on the situation at hand, trying to fight the stupid feeling in my stomach forming from the man standing in front of me. Harry has his eyes trained on me as I wash my body across from him in the large shower, his gaze blatantly focused on my chest as my eyes force themselves to stay on the ceiling in avoidance of admiring his physique.

"Stop that." I shake my head at him as he gives me a look with his darkened eyes I know all too well.

"Stop what?" He takes a step closer to me.

"The way you're looking at me right now. Quit."

"I don't know what you're talking about." He shrugs with a shitty grin, taking the bottle of body wash and loofah from my hands, interrupting the washing of my body.

I furrow my brows in question at the action, watching him hang the loofah on the hook behind me and open the bottle of body wash to allow the rose-scented cleanser to fall into his hand. He gets a decent amount, shutting the cap once he has enough and rubbing his hands together to make the white suds form.