Something Borrowed.

Chapter Ten: Yes.

Chapter Ten: Yes.

-Harry-

I nervously stood in front of Sam's door, debating wether to knock or not. With two hard knocks there was no turning back now. Moments later a dark haired girl appeared with a hesitant look.

'Hi,' I smiled at her.

'Hello...?' she squinted at me.

'Sam around?' I asked trying to look past her.

'She's having a moment,' she leaned in the door frame.

'Why? What's up?'

'Shes in the basement doing yoga,' the girl said crossing her arms.

'Can I come in?' After a moment she stepped out of the way. A strong smell of ginger and oranges filled my nose.

'Are those flowers for her?' she asked. I almost forgot.

'Oh yeah,' I blushed.

'Ill put them on water,' she said taking them away from me. I kicked off my shoes and tossed my jacket on the coach, swinging the basement door open where the smell of oranges and ginger became more prominent. I hid my laugh at Sam doing her yoga. Her eyes were closed, her legs crossed in many ways. I took a seat in front of her.

'Why is it so hot down here?' I asked. She opened one eye taking a look at me before closing it.

'Did Katherine let you in?' she asked.

'I don't think she likes me very much,' I slipped off my shirt. It was too hot.

'Ive told her a few things,' she shrugged.

'Good things I hope?' She opened both of her blue eyes.

'Give or take,' her eyes scanned across my chest.

'Hmmm.'

'Why are you doing yoga?' I asked.

'Trying to cleanse myself from last night,' she sighed.

'You didn't enjoy yourself?' I smirked remembering last night. The way our lips grazed each others ever so gently, taking the salt from her collar bone, tasting her skin again. How her body would grind against mine when I convinced her to dance with me. She was a good dancer. Very good.

'I have a shoot today,' she gave me a stern look. I held my hands up in defense.

'You've got quite the tattoo collection these days,' she commented.

'I was thinking about getting another soon,' I told her.

'Of what?' She straightened her legs out grabbing her heels. She'd always been flexible. My body ached at the sight of her.

'Darcy's name I think,' I hesitated waiting for her reaction. She looked up at me for a moment before a small smile appeared on her lips and she continued stretching.

'That'd be nice,' her small voice said.

'Do you have a phone charger?' I asked standing up.

'Erm in my room,' she pointed to the stairs. I slipped my shirt back on and clunked up the stairs.

I grazed my eyes over her room in search of a charger. I can only imagine where she keeps it. I saw the little white cord sticking out of her side table. Bingo. I pulled open the drawer trying to untangle the ball of cords. My eyes narrowed at the torn familiar looking golden wrapper. Trojan. A condom? A fucking condom. My jaw clenched. Why would she have an open condom wrapper in her drawer. I know why she would have one. But WHO? Heat traveled through my body. The thought of someone else, kissing Sam, touching her, being intimate with each other made me sick.