Secrets

Chapter Eight

We both sit in his theater watching marvel movies. We've seen two so far, and I'm currently deciding which one to see next.

"How about we see Iron Man?" I show him the box.

"How about we play it, but make out for the most part." He smirks as he pulls me onto his lap.

"If we make out, I'm not responsible for anything that pops up." I laugh.

"You're right, never mind then." He frowns.

I wrap my arms around him and bury my head in the crook of his neck. I begin to kiss his neck, and slowly move up to his ear.

"You smell so good." I whisper in his ear, then nibble on his ear lobe.

"If you don't want to end up in my bed, please stop that." his voice is low, and I smile against his skin.

"Maybe I do want to end up on your bed." I mumble against his jaw, as my lips are making their way up his face. I have no idea what's making me act like this. I should probably get a grip. But there's something about him, that pulls me towards him.

"Harper." he groans.

His lips find mine, and he takes no prisoners. He quickly takes control of the kiss, and I'm taken back. Without thinking I moan into the kiss. He kisses me harder. Before I know it, he's on top of me, and between my legs. We're all hands and lips. My hands roam his body under his shirt. I can feel every single one of his back muscles contract.

"Tom!" a girl's voice booms through the intercom system.

Tom quickly pulls away and I pull my shirt down. What the fuck man. I mentally roll my eyes, and wonder who it is.

"Fuck." Tom says loud enough for me to hear.

"I'm here baby." the voice speaks again.

"What did she just call you?" I say as I get up.

"This should not be happening." he rushes out of the theater, and heads upstairs to the foyer.

I follow after him. For some reason anger is flowing through my veins. Who is this person, and why did she call him baby? When I get to the top, I see a girl, wrapping her arms around his neck. He's trying to pull away, but she's not letting him. I can see Tom is trying to tell her something, but she's not having it.

"You should step the fuck back sweetheart." I growl at her. Her eyes widen as she turns to look at me. She then looks back at Tom, and steps away from him.

"And who are you?" she asks.

"She's my girl." Tom answers before I can.

"Oh. You didn't say anything about her, last time we ha-"

"Shut up." Tom cuts her off. "You should leave." he adds.

"There's no need for that. She should take care of your needs since she's here now." I spit.

I storm past them, and grab my clutch off the kitchen counter. Tom follows after me, and tries to take a hold of my arm, but I move out of his way.

"Harper wait." he shouts after me, but I ignore him.

"Laritza, come pick me up please." I say as soon as she picks up her phone.

"Wait what? Where are you?" her voice is sleepy.

"I'm at Tom's place. I'll text you the address." I say and hang up.

"Harper please don't go. We were in the middle of something." Tom says from behind me.