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"Please don't say anything."
"Lou-"
"Don't fucking speak," I snarled, my breath hitting the skin on his neck that I was glaring into. I took a deep breath, collected my thoughts and lapped my hands on each side of his waist, the sensatio...
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After swiftly breaking free from Harry's warm embrace I shuffled off of his lap and sloped down from the bed, my arse as sore as ever before. Carefully, I strutted into the on-suite bathroom and snatched a couple paper towels which I subsequently used to wipe our bodies clean. Once I was doing that, Harry's gaze was heavy on my face, which I could notice even though I was focused on his crotch. He was admiring it.
I felt uncomfortable. Therefore, I finished up and put the paper towels aside before flinging my arms around Harry's neck and confronted him with the one thing that had been battling in the back of my mind for the past three hours.
"I have to ask you something."
Harry's brows shot up slightly. "Yeah?"
"Have you stopped sleeping with other people?"
His hole face seemed to clench and magically, I already had the answer to my question. Irises expanding, cheeks splashing in pink, nostrils widening in embarrassment and lips forming into a straight line—basically the recipe of a transparent facial expression. The answer was yes, but he was struggling with all his heart to admit it.
"No," he said, adding a fake chuckle at the end. "Why would you ask that?"
With narrowed eyes, I glanced back at him and the then current—even more embarrassed—look on his face was confirming that he had just told a big fat lie. The reason he refused to admit it was because he knew I had no desire whatsoever in pursuing anything else than sex out of our "relationship". Therefore, he would not want me to know that he had stopped sleeping with others because he felt as though he only wanted me.
"I don't know." I shrugged. "Just curious."
To prevent the build of an awkward tension in the room, I went against my own will and leaned in to kiss his cheek. After pulling back, I reached for my clothes and got dressed beside him on the mattress. Leaping off the bed, I snatched the tissue with our cum on it and folded it twice before tossing it in the bin next to the door.
Once Harry was fully dressed he walked up to me and hugged me again, this time from behind. As he breathed in my hair, I wondered what he was thinking. The embrace could have meant that he simply wanted to hug me as a thank you for the sex—or else it could mean that he knew his feelings were unanswered and took advantage of holding me when he still had the chance.
The second option made me feel bad.
Therefore I turned around and hugged him back. Due to that existent feeling of guilt, I crept my arms around his torso and comfortingly stroked his back with the palms of my hands. As my face was somewhat buried into his chest I felt a kiss on the side of my face and my gut tightened in overflowing guilt. Not only had I made sure he knew I didn't want him to only have sex with me—I had also potentially tricked him into thinking that liked him more than I actually did.
