Eucalyptus & Honey |H.S.|

Chapter 5 - Just An Arrogant Son of a Bitch

I woke up to the feeling of Harry puffing even breaths onto my cheek. I had apparently turned towards him in the middle of the night, and our bodies were somehow completely intertwined.

My face was inches away from his on our shared pillow and, thankfully, his eyes were still closed. One of my legs was resting between his, and our arms were resting on each other's backs. The closeness of his body was beginning to make me sweat—for more than one reason.

Our erotic words and Harry's pornographic moans came flooding back into my mind, drawing my attention to the soreness between my legs. And on my ass from the handprint he had left there.

I was working myself up, and I needed to figure out a way to get out of bed without waking him up. I had no idea how he would react if he woke up to our bodies meshed together like this. He was clearly treating me much different last night than he did during my audition, but was that only because he wanted to fuck? Which attitude was his typical one? The asshole? Or the one where he couldn't stop calling me an angel?

I was fucking terrified to find out the answer while I was vulnerable like this.

I held my breath while I slowly reached behind me in an attempt to free myself from his hold. My fingers wrapped around his wrist and I carefully removed his hand from my back, gently resting his arm at his side. I looked into his face and his brows were slightly furrowed, but he still seemed to be asleep. I let out a sigh of relief that immediately trapped in my throat when I realized I still needed to move his fucking leg.

I stared at our intertwined legs for a good minute, evaluating the best plan of action. I decided there was no fucking good plan of action for moving someone's entire leg without them noticing. Maybe if I ripped off the bandaid by quickly removing my leg, he wouldn't even notice. Like when magicians remove a table cloth from a set table, and it's suddenly gone as if it were never there.

Deciding the magician method was the quickest way, I sat up and leaned on my elbow, holding my breath. My heart pounded against my ribs, and I quickly yanked my leg out from between his.

In the most graceless way possible. Too bad I wasn't a fucking magician.

The back of my heel caught against his calf that was resting on top of mine. This caused his leg to jerk forward, and he was now half-laying on top of me with my leg even further beneath him. And there was absolutely no way he wasn't awake now.

Well. I'm never fucking doing that again.

My cheeks heated and my head was throbbing now, partially from drinking the night before, and partially from my racing heart. His face was more angled into the crook of my neck now, so at least he couldn't see the humiliation in my own.

Harry let out a muffled chuckle that was mixed with a groan. "What...the actual fuck are you doing, angel?" His lips brushed against my pulse as he said those words, and I was terrified that he could feel how quickly my heart was beating.

Instead of answering, I made an unintelligible sound, and shoved at his chest so that I wouldn't be trapped beneath him. He chuckled again. He began to roll over onto his back and as soon as I could move my legs, I stumbled off of the bed—nearly falling onto my ass—and ran to the attached bathroom. I could hear his muted laugh coming from behind the closed doors and rolled my eyes.

"What the fuck was that?" I hissed to myself, and pressed my palm over my mouth to hide my laughter. I always laughed when I was uncomfortable. 

When I had suppressed my giggles, I finally walked over to the sink to check my appearance.

I realized I was still only dressed in my bra, and that only made the show I just put on that much more embarrassing. There was something about running to a bathroom while naked that just didn't seem very dignified.