Annihilation - h.s.

Chapter Fourteen.

Author's Note:

Hi lovelies!

Sorry we didn't update last week, both of us got really busy with school and work and tests and what not, but to make it up to you we're going to post two chapters today!

We did pretty well for not breaking the schedule for thirteen weeks though, didn't we? ;)

Anyway,

love you all as always, enjoy!

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Harry's POV

I grit my teeth, staring at the message that this Cory guy has sent to My Flame. The phone seems so small and fragile in my hands, like if my grip on it tightened even a bit, it would crumble without resistance. The vacancy of the restaurant allows me to hear the click of her shoes, though - an indication that she's on her way back from the bathroom - and I'm forced control the breath that I hadn't realized was empowering my chest.

Without a second of hesitation, I slide my finger down the screen and back up so the message from Cory disappears. I slip the phone back into her purse and sit back down in my chair, hoping my actions are quick enough to go unnoticed by August.

She walks by me to get back to her seat. She doesn't comment, so I assume she didn't see me with her phone. I can't help but notice the small shift in movement between her scuttle to the bathroom and her stride back to her seat. She seems more confident now; a contradiction to the way I left her dumbfounded and tongue-tied with my earlier comment about exploring her body farther than just short glances at the curves filling her dress.

I try and forget about my new knowledge of that Cory guy's existence by focusing on August and how her hair delicately falls in front of her shoulders as she looks down to take her seat and how, once her sorrel eyes meet mine again, her fiery charisma has me captured. Too soon, though, my mind wonders how she might look at Cory differently than at me, and how what I see might just be a spark while Cory is allowed to experience the full power of her flame. Jealousy shoots pins to the tips of my fingers and I curl them in to my palms.

Logically, I don't know why this is bothering me so much; August is just a game, nothing more than a good fuck. Once I sleep with her, she's just going to be another name on a list. Despite my rationing, my fists stay clenched and my anger doesn't drain. What the fuck is my issue?

"I think it's time I drive you home," I suggest, knowing that whoever this Cory guy is will be there and I'll gladly be able to beat the shit out of him. I smirk, almost feeling the sharp force of his jaw on my knuckles and I stand from the table.

"Someone's eager," August quirks and eyebrow as she stands up to put on her jacket and sling her bag over her shoulder.

I reach into my pocket for my wallet and throw money onto the center of the table. I leave a ridiculous tip for the waitress but I don't have any smaller bills and I've got no time or patience to wait for her to come back with change.

My mind is set on getting My Flame home and making myself known to Cory. "Look at yourself, August. Who wouldn't be eager?"

My hand is pressed to the dip of her lower back - just above her ass - as I urge her towards the exit. She stops mid-step and turns to look up at me with her smoky eyes. "I'm sorry, what was that? Did I hear a compliment, Harry?"

I simply shake my head and brush back a few fallen curls off of my forehead to mask a smile that's broken through it's barrier for what seems to be the twentieth time tonight. She notices, of course, and her plump lips twist upward in a proud curve.