AMBIVALENT {h.s} [ON HOLD]

Chapter 7.

It's two shitty, boring ass days before I see or hear from Harry. I had been contemplating on whether or not I should call him or not, but ultimately I decided against it because I didn't want him to see me as clingy. We weren't even in any type of relationship and I actually didn't even know if he considered us friends. Harry and I, in my eyes, are just two people who happen to find pleasure in each other's body.

When Harry's number shows up on my iPhone screen as I'm walking out of work, I answer it just a fourth of the way through my ringtone.

"Hey," I start.

"I need you. I need a distraction."

Twenty minutes later, I am knocking on the front door of Harry's over the top house. He opens after not even a full minute, letting me inside and I follow him as he makes his way towards the basement stairs. He hasn't said even one word to me yet. My insides are already buzzing with anticipation because I'm sure his meaning of "distraction" has something to do with my body and his.

Harry flips on a dim light and we set across from each other at the small oak table, the one I had passed out on a few nights ago. His eyes are bloodshot and glassy, indicating that he had already been drinking previous to my arrival. I find myself wanting to know why he needed me as a distraction, wanting to know what his life was about. I don't know much about him at all.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"I don't want to talk about it, I just want you." His voice is cold, angry, and his hands are in fists on the table top.

"Why won't you tell me anything about you, Harry? I've told you a lot of things about me. You're so closed off." I say with a tinge of annoyance in my voice.

"Because I don't want to and I don't have to."

"Are we even friends?" I ask, kind of afraid to hear the answer. For some reason, I hope that we are.

"I don't have friends." Harry says. He walks to the mini bar across the room and pours two shot glasses full of Bourbon. He brings me one and downs his before he reaches the table. I drink mine down, enjoying the burn as the smooth liquid slides down my throat.

"Come on," Harry says, "let's go to my bedroom."

"If I do, will you tell me something about yourself, something that I don't know?" I ask.

"Fück, won't you just cooperate with me?" He runs a hand through his hair and begins to pace. "Just come to my bedroom with me. I'll make you feel so good. I know you need a distraction, too, if you didn't you wouldn't be at the bars almost every damn night. I can make you feel one hundred times better than any alcohol ever could."

My resistance is wearing thin as I remember the way I felt the last time he took me to his bedroom. I really do want some answers from him, though.

"Elena, please." Harry says. He walks near me where I'm still sat in the wooden chair, leaning down so that his mouth is at my ear. His hot breath smells of whiskey and mint, making me want to turn and kiss him.

I realize that I've never actually kissed Harry, despite the intimate acts we've done together. His mouth has always been on my neck, midsection, or between my thighs, but never on my mouth. I turn my head, eyes locking in on his full lips. They look delicious and they're so close, teasing and taunting me in the simplest way.

"Elena," Harry whispers, "you know I can make you feel good, and I can tell that you want me as bad as I want you."

"Fine," I say, causing Harry to pull out my chair and grab my wrist the moment the word leaves my mouth.

We get up to the first floor and up the stairs to Harry's bedroom in record time. I almost have to run to keep up with his fast pace. Again, like before, he demands that I get undressed. I obey, pulling my leggings, tank top, and bra off as fast as I can. I can't deny how excited I am for what's next and I don't even know what he has planned yet. Harry takes off his shirt and my eyes are gifted with his sexy upper body. Its contours shine in the dim light. I just wish that he'd strip down to his underwear like he has me do for him.

Harry opens a drawer in his night stand and pulls out his bandana from a few nights ago. Tingles run down my spine and I hold out my wrists for him but he shakes his head no. Confused, I drop my arms back down to hang at my sides.

"Turn around." Harry says. When I do, he ties the bandana around my head so that it covers my eyes like a blindfold.

Holy shit.

I hear the click of the lamp turning off and then Harry's hand is covering mine, leading me forward. He turns me around and my calfs hit the edge of the bed. His hands grasp my shoulders and he shoves me down onto the bed with a hard push.

"I'll be right back, Elena. Stay there." Harry says.

I hear his footsteps get farther away from me and a low creaking of the stairs. It takes only a minute or two for him to return and for the door to shut behind him. A clinking noise sounds off beside me and his closet door opens. He shuts it and I feel a dip on the right side of the bed.

"Arms out." Harry demands and I obey. Something soft encircles my wrist, closes around it.

Furry handcuffs!?

Harry repeats himself on my left side and clicks his tongue when he's finished. My body already feels like it's in overdrive and we haven't even done anything yet. He's not even touched me yet. Deep breaths flow from my mouth as my chest rises and falls. I wet my lips and try to gain control over my body as the anticipation begins to claw at me.

"Your hands are handcuffed to the holsters of my bed." Harry explains, sounding proud of himself.

"Okay?"

"You'll love this." He says.

"What are we going to do?" I ask in a breathy voice.

Harry climbs onto the bed without any warning and his body is on mine in seconds. "You'll see."

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