ambit. [hs au]

Chapter 61

How exactly am I supposed to position myself while waiting for him?

Wearing only his golden necklace around my neck, I've tried all the positions I could think of, but neither of them seemed right.

I laid on my back in the bed, but my boobs kinda flapped to my underarms, too heavy to stay perky, and I was almost being choked by my double chin. So I moved onto sitting on the edge of the bed, but my belly rolls were just a no. Then I stood in the middle of the room like a confused ghost, not knowing what to do with myself.

Why these things are so fucking hard?

When we were downstairs, I didn't feel self-conscious at all. Although at first I was so nervous to be compared to Sadie in gym clothes, as soon as Harry's eyes were on me, I felt like no one could be compared to me. Like I was the sexiest person alive, the only one capable of grabbing his attention the way I do.

He's always so good at making me feel desired, so honestly attracted to me, sometimes it's easy to believe in his fantasy.

Not right now, though.

Where do I fucking position myself???

I'm honestly starting to panic. Imagine Harry coming upstairs, horny as all hell and expecting to find me buck naked and ready to mingle, but instead finding me standing like a totem in the middle of the room or laying down on the bed like a corpse?

Hell of a turn down, if you ask me.

Not to mention, we were just exercising. I'm sweaty. Maybe he'll find me smelling like a corpse too.

In an impulse, I raise my arms, giving a good sniff on my armpits, but thankfully I can only smell the deodorant from earlier today. I know my hair is still smelling good too, I felt it when I pulled it down from the ponytail.

We're good. At least in the smell department, that is.

Suddenly, I hear steps outside, echoing through the corridor, and in a panicked rush, I throw myself back in the bed, bouncing like a fucking slime for a moment before I roll over my belly, lifting my torso over my elbows and bending my legs up, calves into the air and wiggling feet.

Just as I blow a strand of hair away from my face, making sure my boobs are pressed against the soft mattress and not flapping around like two sacks of fat, the door opens.

Harry steps into the room, eyes like a falcon's searching for me. His lips curl up to a satisfied smirk as he closes the door behind him, the room only illuminated by the soft light coming from the window. It's around sunset time, but we're in fucking Thirskot; there's no golden hour, just regular, plain white luminance coming from the cloudy sky.

Like a light switch, his presence immediately ignites my blood on fire, my heart working overtime to pump it through my veins. I keep my eyes on him, standing tall in the middle of the room, still wearing gym clothes, the front of his hair still pulled back by the little hair clip he uses when we're at home.

I make a slight movement on the bed, ready to stand and go to him, for a moment completely hypnotized by his eyes, but he shakes his head, tsking. "Stay where you are."

I stop my movements altogether, understanding that unlike last night, today I'm not the one in control. He throws me a lustful gaze, his eyes running all over my body with hunger, which immediately knocks any insecurity about position or presentation I had before completely out of my mind.

He steps closer to the bed calmly, going straight to his nightstand - the one on "his side" of the bed. Opening the drawer, he pulls a soft, black fabric, running it through his fingers as he turns his attention back to me.