Tempted

Chapter 40

Raven's POV

My eyes widen as I saw James standing in the door. Harry quickly pulled himself into a sitting position with caused me to let go of his friend.

"Don't make me ask again Raven." I tried to force words out of my mouth, but nothing would come out.

"Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" Harry angrily asks as he slides off the bed.

James looks from me to Harry, the look in his eyes never changing. Harry fixed his pants and walked in front of the bed blocking James from my view.

"You have no right to do anything with my sister." James said in a low, deadly voice.

"Last I heard your sister is seventeen years old and she can do whatever the hell she wants. So if she wants to do me you can't stop her." Harry leans against his bed post with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Raven. Lets go." James says.

I stay in my spot on the bed not bothering to move.

"Raven. I said lets go." James' voice rose a little bit causing me to slightly jump.

"It's quite obvious she isn't going anywhere, so you can go James."

The room falls silent and the only thing that can be heard is James' hard breathing. A few seconds later I heavy footsteps are heard retreating towards the door. James slams Harry's door which causes it to shake for a few seconds after it was slammed.

I take a deep breath and lean my head against the bed.

"I don't know who he thinks he was talking to. I'm his leader not one of the other guys." Harry mumbles as he walks around the bed.

The bed dips next to me which causes me to fall over onto my side. I hear Harry sigh as he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into his chest.

He nuzzles his face into my hair and gives me a slight squeeze.

"Raven." Harry whispers. "Are you okay?"

"Do you know how mortifying that was? My brother just saw me sucking you off." I turn over on my back and cover my face with my hands.

"He knew we were together, so it was bound to happen at some point."

"That's not the point. There is a differnce between him knowing what we do and him actually seeing it. I won't be surprised if he tries to kill you tomorrow." Harry climbs ontop of me and I groan.

"I'll talk to him while you're out with Eleanor tomorrow. Don't worry about it. Okay?" I slowly nod my head which causes him to grin.

"Now that our little session was ruined you can shower and change into anything in my drawers." Harry says as he climbs off of me and walks towards the door.

When Harry closes the door I sit up from the bed and run my hands through my hair.

As I take a shower I force myself not to think about what James is gonna say when he sees me. I think about sleep.

I mean who doesn't love sleep.

Sure it's been pyschologically proven that getting extra sleep over the weekend doesn't mean you're making up for the hours you lost not sleeping during the week, but who cares. Sleep is literally the best time of day. You can have multiple different dreams or nightmares that make no sense at all, but it doesn't matter as long as it never comes true.

Trust me if one day a giant teddy bear starts talking to me like it's Einstein then we have a problem, cause I've had that dream multiple times throughout the last week.