Heat - Harry Styles
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Last published Thu, Jan 23, 2025
Sloane is clueless.
Harry is famous.
Harry needs a break from LA.
Sloane needs a break from everything.
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He rolled off of me, coolly laying beside me as I struggled to catch my breath.
"Oh my God," I muttered when I finally felt like I could breathe again.
"Enjoy yourself?" he chuckled.
I didn't even need to see his face to know the annoying little smirk that would be plastered across it right now. I used to be no-nonsense, cold to a fault when it came to men. Then Harry comes along with his too tight skinny jeans and his hair that's always a little messed up. Despite all of the reasons that I shouldn't like him, I did. I was putty in his hands-and he knew it.
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