in which joelle d'amore is completing her final semester of university in the grand city of los angeles, california. when she finds herself in the presence of harry styles, a piercing man with dangerous agendas, she is permeated with fear. she saw s...
Education is a given blessing! To make a difference, we must be willing to learn and broaden our knowledge. I have taken the time to read up about what is happening in Palestine and I could only refer you to do the same.
It's heartbreaking to think many are suffering. Innocent lives are at stake every day. This isn't talked about enough. This isn't being taught. Let's teach ourselves, please, and invest our time in helping out as much as we can!
Resources
free-palestine.carrd.co (website) Palestine and Muslims by -UN1VRSL (wattpad) — you can find this book in my reading list "education is the most powerful tool which you can use to change the world" - nelson mandela.
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Chapter 31
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I've just been fucked, good.
Our night wasn't over, according to Harry. He made me get dressed again and as I rushed to put my favorite green dress on, I tossed my ripped underwear into a trash bin. I don't think Harry knows I've been walking around commando since he's dragged me out from the hotel room.
I sit across from him in some random casino, enjoying a buffet at a booth. I hum after bringing a spoonful of soft-serve ice cream into my mouth. "You sure you don't want any?" I offer Harry again after he passed up on dessert.
"No," he simply says. He's leaned back, chipped nail-polished fingers tapping against the table as he waits for me to finish.
"How come?" I ask. With a light teasing grin, I then ask, "Are you lactose intolerant or something?"
His fingernails stop hitting the surface. He looks at me, meeting my stare. His jaw tightens and I think it's because he is. "Are you done now?" He diverts.
I only smile at him and shake my head at his question. Allowing him to take the attention off my light tease, I dip my spoon back into my ice cream. "I'm still eating."
"How's your head?"
"Good," I answer because I feel nothing. Before ending up at a buffet for dinner, we stopped by a drugstore for ointment and bandages. He helped clean it properly in a public restroom even though I could've done it myself. I just didn't want to.
He was so gentle under the fluorescent light of a slightly dirty restroom. All I did was stare at his stupidly gorgeous face while he applied ointment in the injured area of my scalp. It's when I realized, nose rings on men are so hot.
I wanted him again, then and there. Freshly fucked and still riding on a high he fired within me, it was enough to make me want to throw myself at him again. Though, the sticky floors were a turnoff. I pulled through because I was sure we'd have more opportunities to do that again.
