Love lays embedded deeply within the practice of deception. We immerse ourselves quickly in new realities much like a curious journalism student getting a job at a BDSM club but starts to uncover things aren't quite as they appeared originally on th...
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There was an overwhelming sense of warmth parading over my entire being as my mind started to come to life with complete consciousness right around the corner. With my mind still groggy from a good night's sleep I struggled to comprehend my surroundings with a harder surface beneath me than normal and my neck ached from the position I was curled into.
Despite being half asleep still, I didn't take long to realise I wasn't alone right now, a little spark of panic igniting through my bones with every warm puff of air exhaled into the crook of my neck and the heaviness of an arm over my waist so I was forced to stay close and one of my legs was trapped between his.
But I quickly relaxed when I realised who I was with, back into his tight embrace where my hands were sandwiched beneath my head considering this leather couch didn't have any pillows for our heads, he seemed more than happy with his face buried into my neck. I fell asleep with him on top of my body, exhausted from our orgasms and unable to do anything other than stay still with racing hearts and blurred minds.
I quickly noticed I was not completely naked like I had been when my eyes shut, lifting my head to see a pair of boxer briefs covering me up but they were a different colour to the ones Harry had worn yesterday so instantly I know they're clean. Not only that but he must've gotten up and put them on my body without waking me before laying back with me when he very well could've left me to go home.
Now we're laid side by side, facing one another with my back pressed into the warm leather and I'm honestly surprised we've both managed to squeeze on here with each other. But I don't care about the logistics, the science behind how we're both here just simply that he didn't leave me during the night.
Every single puff of hair that he exhales through his nose onto my neck sends shivers down my spine, I'm not used to this type of sensation normally sleeping with someone means they either kick me out once they're finished with me or I freak the fuck out with regret pumping through my veins and flee.
Something about this was new– new but scary and as I stared at the mess of curls untamed as they hung over his forehead and covered his face I wondered what he'd act like in the morning. All the other times we'd slept together he'd left almost immediately, there was never any conversation or even a simple glance in my direction. However, last night he was vulnerable with me and not just that I felt a lot more exposed and submissive to him.
But before I could try and overthink it in any way possible I allowed myself to shift closer to Harry who stirred and began to stretch himself out slowly but I shut my eyes quickly in the hopes of pretending in case I actually woke him up. I felt his face nuzzle in closer, brushing the tip of his nose against my skin before inhaling sharply which to me indicated he was beginning to wake up.
He let out a raspy hum before his head was lifting out of the crook of my neck, the silence coming over the air as he simply breathed heavily and when I thought he might roll over and leave upon realising he stayed – he didn't.
