Her childhood was poisoned from the start, and the mystery of her Mother's death haunts her to her core.
But Eve has only ever seen the darkest corners of the world. What will she become when the shackles are removed?
There are many secrets in The...
"So... what happens now?" I asked hesitantly. Harry was hovering over me on the unmade bed, lips rosy from our heated session.
"Well, I have to be up early." He conceded, lightening my question as his fingers brushed my cheek. "But for some strange reason, I'm not tired at all..." He gave me an accusatory look.
"Mmm, well I guess you should've gone to bed instead of coming to find me, huh?" I teased, batting my eyes at him.
"And let you go to bed angry? That would've been horrible for my efforts to get you to kiss me." He winked.
"Oh your efforts huh? You been working on that for a while?"
"Little here and there." He shrugged. I couldn't hold back my smile, hearing him say the things he was saying, looking like he did and smelling like a damn god.
"We could watch a movie?" I suggested. Harry turned his cheek to check the clock on the wall. "But, I don't want to keep you up if you have to be up early."
He looked at me, eyebrow cocked. "Sure. Let's go." Getting us both on our feet, he lead me from the bedroom, turning right down the dark hall.
"But- the theatre room is..." I looked back as he pulled me forward.
"We're not going to watch it in there." He stopped outside his door to turn his fake serious eyes on me. "Ahem, Eve would you like to have a movie sleepover, in my room?" He stood up straight, hands clasped behind his back as he kindly extended the formal invitation. As if I could resist.
"Lead the way." I nodded, and he chivalrously opened the door.
The light from the hall spilled in the doorway as I entered. Harry flicked the switch, turning on two lamps on either side of his huge bed, making me blink as my eyes adjusted.
The room was big, two or three times the size of mine, with a king-size bed on the right and high ceilings. The whole room was done in greys and blacks, giving off a very masculine vibe. Above the bed hung two modest photos, one of Harry with his bandmates and the other of him in front a large crowd.
They were tasteful, a true testament to his appreciation for place he started.
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Harry peeled off his shirt and sat on the edge of the bed. I couldn't help but feel nervous seeing him like this, shirtless, in the privacy of his room.
"C'mon you." He said calmly, pulling a remote from the side table. He pressed a button and I watched in amazement as a huge projector came down, lighting up the wall across from his bed. "I don't bite." He teased, as I walked to the other side of the bed, "much."
I smirked at his cheeky comment, enjoying the tingling feeling that had found its way into my bloodstream. Knowing he was looking at me made me hyper-aware of my actions as I got undressed, leaving my jeans and socks on the floor. Where I expected to feel self-conscious, I felt safe, and when I turned to slide into the bed, shadows on Harry's face reminded me of the night we met. He looked dark, mysterious... but I knew better now.
