no control [h.s.]

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When I woke up, he was gone.

I still lay in his bed with the sheets wrapped around my bare body, but instead of being engulfed in his warm embrace I was completely alone.

His side of the bed was made and his clothes that were discarded on the floor in the midst of whatever had happened last night had been picked up and put away where they belonged. Mine were folded and placed on top of his dresser, waiting for me to pick them up and put them away.

The closeness we shared last night seemed like all but a distant memory now, faded away and on the road to being forgotten. It's not that I didn't enjoy the time we had together, in fact I enjoyed being with him a lot. It was new for me to be this close to someone, but I could feel myself getting more and more attached to him.

That wasn't a good thing.

After I eventually climbed out of his bed, I neatly smoothed the sheets on the side of the bed I had slept on back into order and gathered my clothes to bring back to my room with me.

I took my time in the shower, enjoying the warmth of the water as it cascaded down my skin. Everything about living in Harry's house was so luxurious. He had everything he wanted in life and more, which sometimes left me wondering why he was so bitter at times.

When I was done I combed through my hair quickly and left it down to dry. I left my face bare and put on a dark navy t-shirt, a pair of jeans and the old, beat up white converse I had brought from home.

I didn't look as pretty as Harry probably always expected me to be, but I didn't care. I needed a day to just be myself again. I wasn't used to being spoiled and pampered like I was here.

I had only been here for a few days and I already felt cooped up. I just needed to get out, and if that meant only finding a small coffee shop to sit in for awhile then so be it.

Harry lived in a nice gated community that was fortunately for me only a few minutes walk away from town.

I gathered a jacket and picked up my bag, descending the stairs and walking out of his house. The warm air hit me, breaking the stiff feeling that had alluded me. I smiled into the warmth of the day, finding myself in the midst of town in what felt like minutes later.

The Main Street was buzzing with life, a sense of the strong community surrounding me. I looked around, the people seeking friendly and welcoming unlike those from where I grew up. The street was lined with shops and cafes, people were calm and collected striding up and down the street, you could tell there was a speed mic of money within the lives of every member in view.

I continued along, finding my way into a small cafe, ordering myself a coffee.

I used money from my own purse, not feeling comfortable taking from the money Harry had given me. Even if it was technically mine now, it still didn't sit right with me that I was using it without earning it.

I hummed lightly to myself, wondering how Harry had come to work within the adult industry. It was an obscure position he held, which made me wonder how he got involved and what pushed him to it. I sifted through many ideas of how he came upon this industry, finding myself interested with the subject. It would take more than a obsession with p.ornagraphic materials and s.exual intercourse to steer him that way.