"Cherry flavored conversations with you
Got me hanging on"
-🍒
Lorelei Cupid is an aspiring cosmetologist who has a slight cherry obsession. She is dealing with a terrible ex-best friend and possible financial problems. She encounters Harry, a new s...
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Something was brushing against her face, Lorelei noted. She turned her head away, waving the object with her hand, but it was still persistent. She groaned in annoyance, turning her head again, but she could still feel it. All of a sudden, something soft slammed on her face, and she jerked awake.
She peeled her eyes open her face scrunched up as she squinted at the brightness of the room. Then, Harry's face came into her line of vision. He was holding a pillow and grinning mischievously. "Wakey, wakey Lori," He sang.
She groaned, "I don't wanna."
Harry sighed, obviously used to this. He picked her up bridal style, ignoring the screech that came from her, and instead patted her thigh gently. "We're going out today, remember?"
"Ugh! I don't wanna go anywhere with you," She pouted, arms crossed.
"Wow, that actually hurt me." He said. She grinned before pointing to a door in their room.
"To the bathroom!"
"If you wanted to have shower sex, you could have just told me." He laughed.
Another groan escaped her, "Shut the fuck up! I need to brush my mouth. It feels so gross." Another laugh bubbled out of him as he set her down by the sink carefully.
About half an hour later, they were both ready for their outing. She was dressed in a pleated brown denim skirt, a white tank top, and an oversized brown flannel that was left unbuttoned. He was wearing a simple light blue button-up along with a pair of black skinny jeans.
When they left the hotel, she and Harry roamed the city but barely covered any space — Philadelphia was quite big, after all — searching for a suitable place to take a break from walking. Lorelei spied a park with large benches, and after petting the cute dog that was trotting next to them (read: Harry), they headed over to it. She dragged Harry over to one of the benches, ignoring his indignant squawk at the sudden movement.
She planted herself right next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. He smiled down at her, eyes crinkled and lips tugged up in that familiar grin. As she did the same, leaning up to press a caste kiss to his lips, her eyes raked over his features, stopping at the length of his hair. "Wow, your hair is getting really long," She noted, moving her head off his shoulder so as the assess him more. "Before you know it, it'll be longer than mine." She wiped a fake tear, and he laughed.
He cupped her jaw, peppering kisses on her face before stopping at the corner of her mouth. He gazed at her, seemingly lost in thought as his expression turned serious. It was a few seconds before he spoke again.
"Are you okay? I mean- I know we haven't really talked about what happened that day. You know- with the crane and everything, but I don't want you to think I don't care or that I'm too overbearing," Harry rambled.
She placed a hand on his arm, smiling slightly. He immediately stopped speaking, opting instead to look at her curiously. "Stop rambling," She laughed. "It's okay, I get where you're coming from."
