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Harry was at a glamorous Hollywood party hosted by a famous celebrity. He was surrounded by people and noise but felt bored and overcrowded. Hoping to find some peace and quiet, he went upstairs. As he walked down the hallway, a voice called out to him. He turned around and saw his ex-girlfriend Y/n standing there, looking incredible.
"Y/n, you look..." Harry's voice trailed off as he scanned her body. She smirked.
"I know. I always do."
Harry's mind raced as he tried to resist pulling her closer. "It's been a while," he said instead. "How have you been?"
"I've been great, but I have a feeling you can't say the same," Y/n replied as she took a step closer.
Harry's brows furrowed. "What does that mean?" He replied.
Y/n shrugged. "I've just heard whispers that you miss me and that you've been a wreck without me."
"Well, don't believe everything you hear," Harry snapped, suddenly feeling defensive. Who the hell was out here making it seem like Harry had been wallowing over his breakup with Y/n? He wasn't a wallower. Well, maybe he'd wallowed the first day...the first two days...the first week. But that was then. It's been four months, and now he was over her. At least, he thought he was. But damn it, if she didn't look great in that little black dress. Harry drew his lip between his teeth as his eyes betrayed him, sneaking another peek at Y/n's curves.
"So, you don't miss me? Not even a little?" Y/n takes another step closer, and her perfume surrounds Harry. He feels his neck hair stand on end because he recognizes that fragrance. It's his favourite one of Y/n's.
Harry swallows hard as he meets Y/n's eyes, suddenly feeling like prey that had been cornered.
"Y/n--" he starts.
"I wouldn't think less of you if you did," Y/n continued. She was now right before Harry, gazing up into his eyes. Harry's gaze drifted to her lips just as she licks them, and he bites back a groan. She was teasing him; that much was clear. Two could play at that game.
A smirk suddenly played on Harry's lips. "And what about you?" he asked.
"What about me?" Y/n asks, not missing a beat.
"You don't think I've heard the rumours about you?" Harry asks. "You've tried to fill the void, the space I left, but you've been unsuccessful. Apparently, you're one more fake orgasm away from losing your shit."
He placed a hand on Y/n's waist, pulling her body closer. The movement surprised her, making her gasp.
"You haven't been getting satisfied, have you?" Harry asked, his breath fanning over Y/n's cheek. "Not the way you like. Not the way I used to satisfy you."
"Harry," Y/n spoke in that breathless way that confirmed that Harry now had the upper hand.
"Do you miss it?" Harry whispered in Y/n's ear. "Do you miss me?"
Y/n didn't speak at first, but Harry could feel her heart pounding against his chest. "I wouldn't think any less of you if you did," Harry added, repeating Y/n's own words back to her.
Y/n whimpered, grabbing Harry's face and kissing him hard. Harry smirked against Y/n's lips, kissing her back feverishly.
"Gotcha," Harry mumbled against Y/n's lips.
"Shut up," she laughed breathlessly as she kissed him again and again.
