"Thanks," Harlow whispered and rolled off of Luke. His quiet nature during these affairs no longer put her off. She knew deep down that to him she was a groupie, nothing more than meaningless sex and late night phone calls. He pressed a cold, chaste kissed to her hand, making no move to leave his bed. Harlow knew the routine by now, anyway.
Luke would call her whenever he was in the area, she'd drive to his hotel, they'd fuck, she'd leave. Luke would always add in a few caring words before she reached the door on her way out, just to ensure that she would come back the next time he called. It always worked.
So Harlow clothed herself quickly and Luke made no move to even sit up, just reached for his phone disinterestedly. Before she opened the door to leave, she said "Bye, Luke. See you next time." He nodded, his gaze flickering to her before it returned to the illuminated screen.
"Bye, Harlow. Drive safely. I wouldn't want you to get hurt," he used his tongue to fiddle with his lip ring, clearly concentrated on whatever he was doing. Probably texting the boys about her. Harlow sighed and nodded, even though Luke was no longer paying her any attention. In his eyes, she was already gone.
So she left the hotel the way she entered; silently. She felt as she always did after these late night affairs. Fulfilled physically, but empty emotionally. It was like her insides had turned into a fireplace, and somewhere in her core, a few coals were still burning out, but everywhere else was stone cold and ashen. Harlow was foolish, but not a fool. She knew that Luke didn't love her, that he never would. But she couldn't bring herself to leave him. It wasn't like her leaving would even affect him more than fractionally. She was just meaningless sex, easily replaced by another girl.
Still, no matter what Luke said or did, Harlow couldn't leave. She had gone in too fast and too hard, and had fallen way too deep.
COMING SOON
