"Please,-" He moaned into my flesh. His tattooed hand caressed my just below my ribcage, creating butterflies in my stomach, "Or is this as close as you'll let me taste?"
"Remember this feeling," My breath hitched and I felt like I was loosing balan...
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Lifting from the plush carpet floor, my arms raised my stiff and sweaty body. The sun shined from one angle, while shadows and fluorescents filled the closet corners. Synovial fluid cracked between my joints causing a pop. There was a settled layer of dust that disrupted with my awakening. I couldn't quite comprehend where I was, if my physical body really resided on Earth or floated beyond air. The world waved in my pupils.
I only remember drinking last night, everything after that felt blurry, yet strangely lucid. I had been keenly aware of floating outside this shell. My skin felt bruised with appetency, but wasn't aware of what it lacked.
This isn't my home, I thought while extending my hands across the soft floor. Beads of sweat stuck to my forehead. There was a familiar heat rush pricked across my cheeks. I felt physically exhausted with limited reasoning. Shuffles and clamors were dimmed through the walls, traveling only through the cracked bedroom door. My body neared the exiting archway of the closet. Each drag further left me limp. Either I was coming down from a nasty high, or feeling the hangover of a lifetime. My sunken body could barely fight for a next step with my burning lungs and feverish ache. I needed a cigarette.
I barely felt connected to my physical form, so it took me longer than usual to notice what I was wearing... or what I wasn't wearing. Some monogrammed decal wore against my breast, grating my skin with the unusual leather fabric. The jacket's large sleeves gaped around my arms. Beyond was just my thin underwear, guarding me from nearly nothing.
The closet was adjacent from the bedrooms exit, and opposite a set of large windows. Hung around the ceiling trim were tufts of sheer curtains, delicately dancing to the breeze. A window had been cracked open to infuse the room with humid air.I ached for nicotine. My feet first made contact with hard, wooden floors before finding the plush of a rug. The more I ventured into the bedroom, the more of Harry I saw in each area. His bed was messily overflowed with blankets, white linens hugging each corner. Dark bedside tables framed the mess, and held a multitude of trinkets and picture frames. Everything seemed to hold some sort of sentiment.
In fear of lingering too long, I took my exposed body closer to the window. My hand plucked away stray ash and dust that hung to my slicked skin. My lungs filled to their capacity with the newly circulated air. My shake-y hand rose to push back the curtains and allow more light flow. Beyond the fabric was a golden clasp to unlock into the backyard. On the other side of the glass was the flickering pool, steady and clean. The nearly neon water reflected the day light and beamed across the window. The backyard was small, lined with sturdy concrete slabs and lush trees. Near the pools edge was a pile of cloth, presumably my clothing from yesterday.
I unlatched the glass door to be surrounded by the sticky summer heat. The concrete ground absorbed the suns warmth and kissed against the bottom of my feet. Scorching rays touched the exposed backs of my legs and neck, trapping heat under the leather jacket. I swooped by my pile of clothes and patted each layer for my pack of cigarettes. Among my spill of clothing was a half drank glass of some pungent liquid. My mind wasn't awake enough to decipher what it was.
