Broken Trust

Chapter forty- one

Chapter 41:

Jessica's pov:

As the weeks with the boys passed on break, I became less and less fond of Harry. The boy who I had grown up with, isn't the same as he use to be. Yes, he is sweet. Yes, he is caring. But he just, he's becoming rude. I decided to text a girl I met at Starbucks the other day.

To: Faith

Heyy girrrrl. I'm kinda bored, are you busy?

She answered about 10 minutes later. 

From: Faith

I'm at work right now but I get off at 3. If you aren't busy we can hang out then. 

To: Faith

Yeah I don't think I'm busy. I'll meet you at Starbucks at 3!

I put my phone down and looked at the clock. 12:36pm. The boys should be coming in home any minute now. I go upstairs to my room. It is now the first week of December and the air is much colder than it had been. I jump nto the shower and come out about 15 minutes later. I get a pair of leggings and grab one of my sweaters. I slip on my uggs and do my natural look make up. I hear the door open and close downstairs, signaling that the boys are here. I get up from my vanity and plug in my hair dryer. After my hair is dried, I replace the hair dryer with my curling iron. While m curlig iron heats up, I look at my phone and see the time reads 1:05pm. I go back into the bathroom and begin to losely curl my hair. About half way through curling my hair, Harry comes into my bath room and hug sme from behind. 

"Hey beautiful, why are you getting so dolled up?" he asks.

"I'm going out with my friend Faith at 3," I say. He drops his smile slightly.

"Who's Faith?" he asks.

"I went to Starbucks the other day and the lady at the counter, her name is Faith, had complimented me and we kinda just became friends," I say. He nods his head.

"I'll be back in here like 10 minutes, SO DON'T LEAVE!" he says. I smile and respond with, "I wont leave."

I finished the rest of my hair and sprayed just a little bit of hair spray in it to keep the curls, but not be notciable that I have hair spray. I unplug my curling iron and place it underneath the sink. I stand up straight and jump slightly when I see Harry's reflection in the mirror beside me.

"God you scared the crap out of me," I breathe out. He laughs a little before locking his eyes with mine. His green eyes became a slightly deeper color, showing of pure lust. He cups my cheeks and slightly pulls me closer to him, kissing me gently. I kiss back automatically, my fingers tangeling up in his hair. His hands move to my waist and he carefully picks me up, placing me on the counter of the sink. He opens my legs slightly and stands between them, pulling me closer to the end of the counter, and closer to his body. I fist the coller of his shirt, desperately pulling him closer to me. Before I can actually realize what I'm doing, his shirt is thrown on my bathroom floor and he picks me up off the counter and lays me down gently on my bed, placing himself over me. He kisses my neck and get my sweet spot, making me moan. He pushes himself down on me as he becomes harder. I flip myself up so he's laying on his back and I'm straddling his lap. I start to slowly grind into him as he holds my legs.

"God damn Jess, those leggings do miracles," he says in plessure.

I lean down and stop my grinding as I kiss his stomach, all the way up his necl, kissing HIS sweet spot and causing him to moan. I kiss his lips again and crawl off of him.