A washed up love

A washed up love

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I mumbled a soft "Sorry" And just like that it dawned on me that I didn't know where I was. Trying not to look frighten I asked the women "Where am I?" The women let out a chuckle "Well your in my bed" As her laughter died down she started to walk closer to me and the closer she got the more I tried to back away but I couldn't move I was frozen in place.
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"Harry, are you okay? What are you doing in my room?" I asked Harry. I was confused though. Was he sleep walking? "Just to talk" he answered and sat down on the edge if my bed. "Ok what?" I ask kinda irritated that I'm losing sleep. "Has anyone ever touched you before?" he asks me with a serious tone. "Wha- what?" I stutter. "Harry I don't think we should be talking about this, your dating my sister" "Has anyone ever kissed you?" he just goes on. "No" I answer looking down. "Perfect" he answers coming closer to me with a smirk on his face.

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