Styles Games {h.s} |Editing soon|

Twenty-One

That was embarrassing.

I can't believe that just happened.

"Oh my god! I can't get the look on his face out of my head. He was mortified." I can't believe we got caught. The owner was furious and told us to never come back. Harry was still laughing. I smacked his arm as we pulled over to fix ourselves.

"He didn't give me time to put my shirt back on." The sparkle in his eyes was wild. It was like being caught didn't bother him. He didn't even flinch when the guy yelled at us to stop what we were doing.

I on the other hand bolted away from Harry and covered my face with my hands.

"Harry! This isn't funny. Did you see how they looked at us? I can never live this down." I look around realizing I must have left my panties.

"Are you looking for these?" Harry holds up my white lace panties before handing them to me.

"I'm glad you are laughing your ass off about this but I'm serious! What if they know who we are? I would like to not go into work one morning and see an article talking about me being high on berries or something." I pull my panties up and cross my arms.

I doubt they knew who we were but still.

"I'm a little upset that he didn't wait another 5 minutes. I was almost done." I huff.

"You couldn't have lasted another 2." His jaw dropped.

"Is that humour coming from you?"

"Why yes. I'm full of surprises actually." He starts his car.

He looked so sexy driving. It amazes me at how turned on I get by him doing the simplest things. His power over me was unreal and unmatched.

"Stop staring at me." His face was turning a shade of light pink.

I didn't get to see it much. Since the night I met him, he only carried a devilish smirk and a strong demeanour. I don't even know if he realized he was blushing but I wasn't going to tease him about it.

This moment was fun, even if I can't shake the feeling of embarrassment.

I wish we didn't get caught in a way. I wanted to spend more time close to Harry outside of work, which I took today off just to be with him.

Harry begged me last night at his place after our seafood dinner to go out with him. It was after I fucked him on the bathroom floor, my knees were now slightly bruised from hitting the marbled floors many times.

"I still had fun today." The confirmation assured my heart. I know eventually I'll become boring to someone like harry. I know I wouldn't always have the time to do these spontaneous things he seems to like. He will move on to someone new and that day will hurt and it wouldn't be a surprise.

I was already digging a hole for myself. I don't want to push him away before he actually leaves but all I think about is him leaving. That is the cruel reality. I'm not blind. I'm not enough for anyone, regardless if we walk the same road. I expect too much and care too much.

The pain of having a broken soul is unlike no other.

"Stop thinking so much Mel. Whatever you are thinking, it is wrong. I don't care what it is, it isn't true." I smile lightly. I didn't want to bring down his mood with my thoughts and it was a conversation I didn't want to have right now.

"You can take me back to work." I look out the window, trying not to sound so upset. My Halloween party was this weekend, 4 days away. I didn't know if Harry was leaving tonight and flying back in this weekend or if he had taken care of work and planned on staying here.. We didn't discuss.