Deception - H.S

Chapter 63

possible trigger warning - SA

Hope Whitlock

I've been lying in my own bunk for a couple of hours thinking about what Ayla said, it has been bothering me but I have concluded that it couldn't be true, she has to be wrong this time because there was no way he wanted to hurt me after everything we have been through rather I was convinced that he would save me in an instant if I ever was in any sort of danger.

My restlessness was taking the best of me, causing me to toss and turn in bed until I tucked my hands underneath my cheek and forced myself to stare at the small scratch on the wall.

I hear the door slide open, causing me to look over my shoulder to take a glance so when I see Harry entering, I turned back around. He probably just wanted to get some rest. What if he wanted his hoodie back? I was still wearing it and I liked it more than I should, his scent on the fabric only adding to how much I liked wearing his clothes.

There is a dip in the mattress behind me, followed by my blanket being lifted and soon Harry's arm was snaking around my waist to rest on my stomach, his chest pressed against my back while his face was snuggling into my neck.

It was odd having him behave like this, even Kyle never did anything remotely close to this. "How was work, honey?" I joke, pointing at his actions, earning a deep rumbled laugh that vibrated against my back.

"Gonna rob a bank for a change with some very specific details to follow. Hate listening to orders." He casually gave me an overview of what they were discussing after I left which was completely unexpected. "We also have to go to a rich kid's party and get some information from there before we rob the bank." His fingers that had sneaked under the hoodie were moving in circles over my stomach, making me stiffen up at first but Harry moves his hand to my waist instead, probably noticing my uneasiness.

"Fun..." I shifted a little, taking a deep breath. None of this surprises me anymore, it tells a lot about the company I keep affecting me. "Are we going to stop anytime soon? It's a long trip." I kind of wanted to stop at a convenience store or something, grab some snacks and coffee.

"Probably, are you hungry?" He indeed was always making sure that I ate, even when he hated me he kept track which only makes me feel as if the whole hating me thing was a façade.

I readjusted myself, the hood at the back was somewhere near my neck making me uncomfortable so I kept trying to fix it without having to fully get up.

"Not really, I wanted some snacks."

"There's some stuff in the fridge." He mumbles against the back of my hair, sounding like he was dozing off.

"No, I wanna go to a store." I pursed my lips even though he couldn't see before I moved my upper body to get the stupid hood out of the crook of my neck.

I hear Harry groan, tightening his grip around me, "Stop moving."

"I'm sorry, I know it is annoying but I'm trying to get the hood away from my-"

"Your ass is rubbing against my co-dick." He cuts me off, correcting himself before pressing on my lower stomach so his erection was pressed against my ass. I stilled in my position, realizing that he wasn't stopping me because I was annoying but because my movements were... affecting him.

I chew on my bottom lip nervously, "Uhm... do you-"

"No."

"But you don't even know what I was going to say."

"Whatever it is, no."

I wasn't going to shove him away, a couple of weeks ago, the thought may have crossed my mind but my body always gave up under his touch. It was difficult to resist him but right now, I wanted to please him, to make him feel good. He was doing things that meant so much when they were coming from him, all without even realizing the gravity of it.