Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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A rubble ripples around my body. I feel a shiver pepper down my arms and legs. My head is resting on my shoulder, drooping, as I can tell. I think. I'm hearing noises that seem to be coming from a road, but they're mostly muffled.
I manage to pull my eyes open slowly, blinking to adjust to the sight. As they float open, I gaze them around a little and notice I'm in the familiar setting of a car. Passenger's seat, it seems as I see the clear view of cars and traffic lights before me. The car I'm in isn't moving, but that's because I notice the red light.
I pull my head up off my shoulder slowly, making sure my neck isn't cramping or something and I'm about to experience the worst pain of my life. When I realise it isn't going to happen, I lift myself up and adjust in the seat I'm sat in.
My hands go to my eyes and I rub them lightly, brushing some hair out of my face before I turn my head.
By the time I do, the car is moving again and I'm turning my head to look at Harlow steadying the steering wheel.
She doesn't turn her head when I look at her and keeps her eyes on the road.
I remember now that I'm wearing my dress, and that it's dangerously riding up my thighs while I'm in this car with Harlow. My hair seemed to be a little messy when I woke up. And now that I look at my wrists, they're a little more red then-
Oh my god.
How could I forget?
My hand instantly comes to my mouth and I turn to Harlow with wide eyes as she carries on driving. I fucking passed out after she fucked me.
"Oh my- I'm so sorry. I didn't even know it was going to happen. I'm seriously sorry-"
She gives me a quick side glance. "It's fine."
I shake my head. "No, really, I feel so bad."
"Elodie, I'm not mad at you."
I intake a breath and stare at her with confusion on my face. She must've been annoyed. "I passed out after you- fucked me." At my slight harsh words, Harlow clears her throat and I lean back into my seat. My hands roam to the hem of my dress and I pull it down a little.
I only then notice the blazer tugging at my shoulders. I didn't even feel it when I woke up. It must be Harlow's, because I take a look and see her bare arms holding tightly of the steering wheel.
Once again, I can make out and see her tattoos. It amazes me how she can have so many on her body. And normally, I'd say having so many tattoos scattering your body was a reckless thing to do, but for Harlow, it seems different. The tattoos seem to be a part of her, in a way I can't really explain.
"Well, at least we both know you had a good time, right?" I turn as she speaks, but as she finishes off that sentence, I glance towards her. It's predictable that the small smirk on the lips would appear at a comment like that.
