Strawberries & Cigarettes

Chapter 18

May 24, 2015

Jasmine stops massaging her silky scalp when her chocolate eyes widen at her phone screen, causing Aurora to shift her head on her ample naked chest.

"Shit, the guys just said they're here."

She rushes to stand up from her messy bed, getting dressed in her original white graphic t-shirt and her denim skinny jeans.

Her head turns to look at Aurora, a smile playing on her lips. "See you, princesa."

Jasmine gives her a wink before her fingers brush through her long dark hair and she steps out of her bedroom.

Aurora continues to lay in the bed and be wrapped in the white sheets for a moment, worn out enough to not want to face the group.

Especially the prick-smoker.

But she needs to go out there, for the sake of Spencer being there too.

She exhales, hurrying to pull her white cotton underwear up her legs and walking over to the body-length mirror in the corner of Jasmine's room.

Her cheeks are still flushed from the previous steamy events, her rosy lips swollen and her features balming a glow.

At least her waterproof black mascara was sex-proof.

Aurora smooths the cloth of her baby blue floral mini dress, and her fingers comb through her fluffed locks to look more presentable.

Once she thinks she's ready to head out, she leaves the light-themed room and strolls down the hallway, already hearing the different voices of the people.

"Hey, butterfly! Lookin' pretty and glowy," Harry compliments her with a dimpled smile, a soft chuckle following after.

"Hi, Harry!" Aurora returns the smile, a friendly one on her lips. "And thank you!"

A pink tint spreads across the apples of his cheeks, he gives her a brief nod before he joins his friends on the brown sofa.

His friends only being Niall, Zayn, Liam, and Jasmine, since the smoker isn't there.

Not as if she was purposely looking for him.

I guess he's not here.

A weight elevates off of her chest from the belief.

She walks towards Spencer to greet him again, he lingers in Jasmine's small kitchen with his eyes still on his phone.

"You did the naughty with Jasmine, didn't you?" Spencer speaks up, his head remaining faced down.

Aurora doesn't know if she should laugh at his odd word usage or shut him up before he exposes her to everyone.

But she ends up chuckling.

"Why do you say that?" she asks him, peeking over his phone screen to see what such things he does that takes his focus hostage.

He's scrolling through social media, but he stops to turn off his phone and shove it into his back denim jean pocket.

Spencer raises his eyebrows at her. "I have ears, I hear things... And you're not necessarily quiet — or Jasmine, either."