Underneath

…I look in the car to see Harry, hidden in the gloom, eyes glittering. I slide in and close the door behind me, still panting heavily. We take each other in like total strangers.

He has dark rings under his eyes, a day or two’s worth of stubble. He’s pulling at the cuff of his jumper, a little boy lost, struggling to find the right words…

…then, his phone starts to ring, “fuck!” he says curtly and gets out the car to take the call. It’s the first time I’ve heard him swear. I feel eyes on me and catch the driver looking at me with curiosity. I can’t hear the words but I pick up the tone of Harry’s phone call. He sounds frustrated, angry with someone.

The drivers still looking at me, “What?” I ask annoyed. He shrugs, hands on the wheel, “you seem like a nice girl…they’re all nice girls you know…all of them lovely, lovely girls,” he says, shaking his head.

Suddenly I feel desperately ill and very, very foolish. Whatever happens here, I’m bound to leave with my already broken heart oozing fresh blood. There’s just no happy ending for me! Just sex up against the nearest exit. On the other side of the door, normal life, with normal guys…and I’ll have to endure this whole last week of torture all over again!

The driver watches me carefully. I know he’s trying to help, but I hate him anyway.

I hear Harry finishing up his call and I realise that I have to save myself. I leap from the car and start walking away fast.

“Wait!” shouts Harry running up next to me. “Don’t go, please…” He touches my arm and I shake him off, “No!” I shout. “Please just get in the car I need to talk to you,” He says moving to block my path. “Get out of my way! I refuse to be just another one of your girls!” I scream, pushing his chest roughly.

“What girls?” he asks. “You know!” I spit back. I notice the car crawls alongside us as we walk. Harry looks, desperate. “Look, we need to talk so…I’m sorry about this!” He says and locks his arms round me.

In a moment, I’m bundled into the car and the locks flick down. I notice the screen between us and the driver is up. “Really!? I’m being manhandled into cars now?” I shout blazing with anger.

“I’m sorry,” he says with genuine pain, reaching a conciliatory hand towards me. “I’m not that guy, you know I’m not!” he says angrily. I don't take his hand so he drops it, resting his knuckles lightly on my knee.

“I’m also not the guy who can have an argument with a girl in a street without it getting in the papers.” He finishes, looking sadly at his hand barely touching me. He looks up, green eyes, full of sorrow, pain even…

…and he’s so beautiful to me right now I can’t bare it…my lighthouse. “I hate you,” I say forcefully, tears brimming in my eyes. His eyes stay on me as his hand turns over. His thumb gently caresses, then his fingers hook behind my knee. With one smooth movement, he slides me across the seat and folds me into the heat of his body. He takes my face into his hands and looks deep into me. His eyes coal back, rimmed with emerald.

So very gently, he brushes his lips against mine, no more than a whisper of a kiss. I stay still as stone, resistant. I feel his breath, warm and moist against my skin. His tongue moves lightly over my lips, parting them smoothly, tasting me tentatively.

His mouth kisses across, along my jaw, to my neck. He lightly eases my hair aside, I feel every touch magnified, electrified. A kiss by my ear prickles my skin all over, my breathing quickens. I hate him for making me feel this way, hate myself for allowing it to happen.

I feel the car pull away.

Slowly, he undoes a few buttons on my shirt, licking and kissing to the base of my neck. I breathe in the delicious scent of his unruly curls, staying still, eyes closed. His lips find my nipple and I instantly harden under his touch. His tongue licks the firm tip and I feel his warm lips draw as much of me into his mouth as possible. Helpless to stop myself, I moan quietly while he sucks hungrily at my breast.

I feel the car pull in and come to halt as unobtrusively as possible. The driver gets out and footsteps retreat into the distance. Then, it’s just us here together…

Ⓒ SphinxWriter13 2017

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