Unexpected

nine.

PLEASE READ THE QUESTION BELOW.

I know author's notes before a chapter is annoying but I have a question that I want whoever is reading this to answer because it's kinda important.

Should this book be more smut than plot, more plot than smut, or somewhat of an even balance of the two?

Your response is appreciated. Okay now enjoy.

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After what happened in the kitchen, I made and ate my pancakes before hopping into a cool shower to calm my nerves. Before you think I did a little 'stress-relieving', I did not. I just allowed the water to cool me off before I did something I probably would've regretted. Did it actually work? Not at all. Do I regret not doing the thing that I know I would have regretted? Yes. But I'm glad I did not allow myself to give into temptation. Self-control is key.

I was in the room scrolling through my explore page on Instagram when I hear my name being brought up in a conversation. Not wanting to barge into the room, or out in my case, I hide behind the wall with my ear sticking out so that I'm able to hear what was happening.

"So what are you and Jordyn gonna do? Stay a couple more days or head back with us?" I hear my mama ask. Knowing that she was talking to Harrison, I push my ear against the door to listen to his response.

Please say that we're going with them. Please, please, please. The last thing I want is for me and Harrison to have a whole cabin to ourselves free of anybody having the opportunity to see us and stop us.

"We're gonna hang here. Maybe invite the boys over too and hang out at the lake," he responds.

"Ok well I'm pretty sure you both know the rules, no drinking or smoking and do not have anyone else but Calvin, Jared, and Brandon over."

Letting out a snort, he corrected her. "Their names are Caleb and Justin."

"Well them," she says, undoubtedly with a shrug. She knows their names, she just never really liked them because of how "foolish" they are. Rolling my eyes, I shake my head as if she could see my expression.

"Gotcha," he replies.

Well shit.

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I really regret not leaving with my mom. Yes, I could've rushed out to tell her that I was not going to be staying with Harrison at the cabin and instead left with them but knowing our moms, they would've assumed something was wrong between the both of us and eventually pried it out of me which would have been a very uncomfortable talk to have with them.

It's been only ten minutes since they left but to me it seemed like hours. Harrison and I have been sitting in the living room on the adjacent couches just staring each other down in an intense silence.

He knew what he was doing. He knew that I wasn't going to stop him from telling them that the both of us would be staying here. The little shit knew what he was doing.

"So..." he trails off, airing out the silence filled room.

As if that was the fire to gasoline, I popped off.

"You shithead, you knew what the hell you were doing," I lunge at him, punching his chest but not hard enough to hurt since it's not that deep.

"Ow," he complains, "it's not like you were opposed to the idea," he says, wincing as I slap his bare arm.

"Oh I am very much opposed to the idea and I know that you knew that. You also knew that if I had said anything about it my mom would ask what was up. You knew what you were doing, Harry boy," I said, knowing that the witty nickname would make him feel some type of way. When we were in the fifth grade I called him that because he grew his first ever armpit hair and was very happy because of it, hence the name. Long story short, he despises the play of words using his name.

"Whatever. It's too late now. What are you gonna do? Walk home," he said teasingly raising a brow.

Rolling my eyes, I cross my eyes and pout childishly. Bitch.

"Besides, we have a whole cabin to ourselves. There's so much that could happen with two teenagers and this much privacy," he states in a semi husky voice, his breath fanning down my neck making my spin shiver in anticipation.

Clearing my throat, I stand up calmly so that he didn't know the effect that he has on me.

"Trust me, you won't be getting any of this," I say while motioning to my body.

Trailing his eyes down my moisturized ebony legs, he bites his plump bottom lip. Meeting my eyes, he says something that sends nothing but a beautiful heat down south.

"Not yet."

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boom. a chapter. make sure to read the a/n if you skipped it.

~me