AMBIVALENT {h.s} [ON HOLD]

Chapter 6.

I'd spent the night getting wasted with Harry in the bar in his basement like promised. We had engaged in a long conversation about everything under the moon. I had explained to him why I worked at a hotel and wasn't in college; it's because I'm weak and when both my parents died in a car crash, I couldn't find a reason to succeed anymore. I no longer had anyone to impress or make proud.

As much as we talked, I didn't get much information about his life. I couldn't understand why he was acting so interested in mine. When I would ask questions about him and his past he would avoid them and hurriedly change the topic. What was so bad or embarrassing that he couldn't tell me? He'd fingered me in the bathroom of a bar and gave me oral in his own bed, I thought he would be past the point of not being open.

When I open my eyes, I realize that I'm on the couch I slept on the night before, a soft pillow beneath my head and a blanket covering my body. Somehow I am only wearing my panties and I don't remember walking back to this bedroom. The last thing I can recall is almost passing out at the small oak table in the basement with my head surrounded by empty bottles and shot glasses.

I stand up to find my dress folded neatly on the night stand next to Harry's bed. Harry isn't in here but the blankets on his bed prove he did in fact sleep in here. But what did I expect? This is his bedroom, after all. My head is pounding as I pull on my dress and I find the en suite bathroom. My blonde hair is an absolute disaster when I see my reflection in the mirror. I dig through the drawers and find a new package of toothbrushes, brushing my teeth with that and a tube of Colgate that sets on the corner of the double vanity.

Mid mouth rinsing, Harry slings the already cracked open door all the way open. My jaw drops out of surprise and water runs down my chin, dribbling onto my chest.

"Harry," I greet him, hoping that he's not going to kick me out again like he'd said.

"Elena," he says back, matching my tone. Why doesn't he have a hangover? Maybe he does but he's hiding it well, if so.

I dry my mouth off on my forearm and follow him back out into his bedroom, pulling my hair into a messy bun with the hair tie around my wrist. "How did I get back up here? I was too plastered to remember."

Harry sits down on the edge of his bed, and it's just then that I realize he's only in his boxers. They're black and cling to his slim hips and toned thighs. I divert my gaze and wait for his answer.

"I, uh, I carried you." Harry grumbles. He rakes a hand though his disheveled hair. His gaze meets mine once, but only for a split second.

He carried me? That is not what I was expecting to hear. It couldn't be true. Rich bad boy who tied my wrists together with his headband while giving me oral couldn't have done a sweet gesture like that.

"Thank you." I mutter. "That was sweet of you to do."

"Please don't, Elena. It was nothing." Harry says, brushing it off. "I have a few things to do today, but we can exchange numbers in case you want to meet up again. You were definitely fun last night." His tongue flicks out to wet his lips and I am reminded of that tongue lapping between my thighs. A small shudder runs down my spine.

"Okay," I agree. It was clear that Harry didn't want anything other than to be bed buddies, but neither did I. I didn't want to be tied down to anyone. Relationships and boyfriends give the risk of hurt feelings and heartbreak, something I can't handle again.

Harry throws on his clothes from yesterday and pulls his brown boots on that set next to the front door before we head out to his car. The drive is silent, all except for me giving him the directions to my apartment building. He gawks at the aging building when he pulls into the parking space. He grabs my phone from my grasp and adds himself as a contact and hands his phone to me to do the same.

"You live here?" Harry asks. His deep voice is full of judgement.

"It's all I can afford at the moment. It's not much but I have a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in."

"Well. . . Just be careful, I guess." He grumbles as I climb out of the car. He speeds away without another word.

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