He's so hot it hurts 😓

Movie 🎥 Assassins (1995)

Happy Reading xx

~T

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  My body flushed with heat instantly at the contact. I held back a sigh as my lips molded over his gently. He parted them slowly so my own lips could fit into the gaps perfectly like a puzzle piece. It all just felt so perfect. The feelings I got from kissing him was incredible, they made me feel alive and giddy, and that was a feeling that made me want more. It was like a drug, a really addictive drug. Once I've kissed him there's no going back.

I was ripped out of my thoughts when Harry pulled away, his hands pushing mine off his thighs. Like the idiot I am, I dove back in to reconnect our lips but he turned his head to the side and my puckered lips hit his bruised cheek instead. My cheeks burned with rejection and my heart plummeted to the floor when he turned back to look at me with hard eyes.

"I told you to stay away Scarlett," he muttered lowly, his voice holding a hint of annoyance and something else I couldn't quite figure out.

"B-But you kissed me back!" I stammered.

"That's 'cause you forced it upon me! You're so fucking tempting Scarlett, I can't not kiss you if you kiss me!" he snapped angrily.

"Then you should've said something when I was leaning in! You knew what my intentions were," I shot back.

"I shouldn't even have to say anything! I told you I wasn't comfortable with this! Why don't you fucking understand!" he scowled in irritation, and I immediately averted my gaze from his angry hard one. I felt horrible that I was making him uncomfortable by kissing him; it made me feel disgusting that I was forcing him to do something he didn't want to do. I felt embarrassed for seeming so desperate for him.

"I'm sorry," I said, keeping my eyes away from his as I reached for the bandage in the first aid kit. "I didn't know you were that uncomfortable with...that," I spoke quietly, keeping my tone genuine. He sighed harshly as I spoke my words; I tried to ignore the mixture of negative emotions I was feeling as I gently and carefully wrapped his knuckles with the bandage.

He didn't say anything after I had apologized; instead he just kept quiet and continued to watch me as I repeated my actions on his other hand. I tried focusing on his injuries so I wasn't left alone with my thoughts, the fact that he was shirtless also made it easier, and his interesting tattoos distracted me. The next injury of his I had to attend to; was his eyebrow cut. It was pretty much half the size of my pinkie and was bleeding.

I started working on cleaning the wound using cool water and a mild anti-bacterial soap I had found in the first aid kit. This kit seemed to have everything I needed fortunately. My fingers gently massaged the entire wound and eyebrow and quickly rinsed it thoroughly using cool water. It was hard to concentrate since I had to stare at Harry's face now, and it was extremely hard to avoid his beautiful eyes.

His eyes were such a bright vibrant green it was hard to look away from. It was that kind of churning passionate green that the ocean turns during a storm. That color of the forest after it rains. That green color that brings hope and life no matter what has happened, even though I had a feeling it did the exact opposite.

I was brought out of my thoughts when I noticed him parting his lips to say something, before closing them again frowning slightly. Leaving him to his thoughts, I applied several strips of sterile gauze firmly over the wound using my hand for about five minutes.

"Stop frowning so much, your making it difficult for me," I murmured, adding another layer of gauze since the blood soaked up all of the others. He relaxed his face muscles, looking more calm and serene now rather than his usual angry frowning expression.

"I wasn't that uncomfortable," he mumbled all of a sudden, making my eyes snap to his instantly.

"Huh?" I asked, knowing exactly what he said but wanting to hear him say it again.

"I said; I wasn't that uncomfortable. I wanted you to kiss me," he said, as I removed the gauze and cleaned the remaining blood that was there around the wound and in the eyebrow hair.

"Then why did you push me away?" I whispered, placing a small amount of anti-bacterial cream on the wound with a cotton swab. I dabbed it onto the cut as I waited for his answer.

"I told you before, it's your Dad," he said as I scowled slightly as I stood back before moving to the first aid kit.

"Harry, my Dad's not even alive anymore," I mumbled, fishing about the first aid kit before finding what I need.

"I know that, but I just can't Scarlett," he said as I placed an adhesive bandage in a lengthwise manner over the wound. I smoothened the sticky ends over his skin, before my hand slid down his face, my gaze connecting with his as I did so.

"Done," I said, ignoring his words as I started to move away. But he placed his bandaged hands on my waist and tugged me back in place between his legs, the heat of his palms searing a hole through my clothes.

"Don't think I don't want you Scarlett," he whispered, resting his forehead against mine as he spoke. My breath got caught in my throat and my heart rate started to speed up again at the sudden proximity of our faces and bodies. "I don't want you but my body does," he said, his words not effecting me at all because that was exactly how I felt about him.

"The feeling's mutual," I murmured, gazing back at him. My hands slid up his chest as he shuffled his body closer to mine, gripping my hips firmly. My eyes drifted below to his plump lips again. I don't know why but it seemed like his lips infatuated me, they were just so full, so pink, and so kissable.

"I'm going to kiss you one last time, and after that we never speak of this again. If you try to tempt me again I will reject you immediately and I won't be too nice about it either. This can't happen again, I'm losing my self-control over you and that's not good," he told me strictly but I was only paying attention to half of what he said because I was so mesmerized by his sculptured face. My hands now rested on either side of his face, my thumb moving down to feel the smooth curve of his lower lip, before tracing his metallic lip ring as he gazed at me. "Promise me this will never happen again," he said firmly, his hand moving up to cup my chin, pushing it upwards.

"I promise," I said reluctantly, even though I wasn't pleased with this. The only reason his kisses had me hooked is because of how they made me feel, they made me forget about everything I had been experiencing for the past few days, which weren't very happy things. It's sad to say that I'm looking for some kind of sexual interaction as a distraction from my new life, but that's just how it is.

My thoughts were briskly cut off when he placed those sweet lips of his on mine. Fire exploded inside of me as soon as I felt the warm pressure of his mouth. My fingers intertwined themselves with his chocolate curls as my lower lip folded neatly between the gaps of his lips. His wet tongue lazily glided across my bottom lip, the contact making my lips part for him to slide his tongue in. Our tongues collided, making me tug on his curls at the feeling while his fingers sneakily dipped under my t-shirt to feel my skin.

Even though the bandage covered his palms, it did a poor job of blocking the heat that was searing through the bandage and through my own skin. I exhaled into his mouth as I felt his rough fingertips trace my ribs, inching closer to my breasts. Before I could do anything, his palm squeezed my breast, his thumb moving under the bra cup to brush the tip lightly. A moan left my lips as one of his hands fondled with my breast while the other one slide down to grip my butt. I think we were getting a little bit carried away. But strangely enough I was okay with that. I just wanted a distraction; I needed one.

"Harry," I pulled my lips from his and groaned as I felt my lower region ache for him. He attached his lips to my neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin there, while he let his hands wander around. One of his hands slid down the side of my body before falling in between my legs to cup my aching sex through my shorts. A gasp flew out of my lips at that, my fingers absentmindedly tugging at his curls making him groan quietly.

"I'm getting carried away..."he muttered against my neck as he moved his hand against my sex. I pulled at his soft curls again when he put more pressure on the area between my legs. "Ah fuck Scarlett, you've got to stop doing that," he groaned again, his deep voice filled with lust and anticipation.

"You're blaming me?" I said, before a gasp flew out of my lips when he delivered a sharp slap to my butt.

"You were attractive until you opened your mouth," he said ironically, while my mouth fell open. His eyes searched for mine as his fingers danced over the hem of my denim shorts. I wish he'd just tear them off already.

"Same goes for you," I responded, my eyes drifting down to the obvious bulge in his basketball shorts. My hand unconsciously moved to touch it, but my hand never made contact as his fingers wrapped themselves around my wrist tightly. My eyes shot back up to his where they were glaring at me, his dark brows pulled tightly and his slightly swollen lips set in a hard line.

"No," he said firmly, not releasing his grip on my wrist. I furrowed my brows at him and parted my lips to speak.

"Wh-" I was interrupted by the sound of someone banging on the door loudly while yelling out incoherent things.

"Lil' Bitch you in there!?" Blaze yelled, making my blood run cold. I shook myself out of the daze I was in and pulled away from Harry, my body internally whining at the loss of contact. Harry ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it and setting it right from the mess I had made from it.

Harry's eyes met mine for a brief second before his ones travelled lower to my chest. A smirk grew on his deep pink lips as he got off the table. A small laugh escaped my lips when I noticed the outline of his hard dick through his basketball shorts. He arched his brows at me before following my gaze, a scowl forming on his perfect features when he noticed his large bulge.

My laughter grew when he started muttering things that disgusted him to make his boner go away. "A grandmas vagina, dead kittens, Blaze..." he muttered to himself as I found myself half-cringing half-laughing at what he said. "Shut the fuck up," he grumbled at me while I ceased my laughter just for him as I walked out of the kitchen.

Before I could make it to the living room, he grabbed my wrist and tugged me back. One of his hands gripped my hip while the other one rose up to cup my chin, pushing my face up to meet his gaze. "Remember what I said," he reminded me as I nodded scowling a little. "No more throwing yourself at me, understood?" he smirked, as my scowl grew bigger.

I felt angry now, mostly with myself for being so easy and eager for him, and...thirsty. At that moment I made a resolution to resist him, no matter what he tries to do to tempt me, even though he never really does anything. Just by being himself, he is tempting enough.

I glanced at the hallway mirror as I walked towards the door, but something made me halt in my tracks. My eyes grew wide when I noticed small dark marks littered across my neck and chest area. Hickeys. The loud continuous banging snapped me back to reality; I quickly moved my long hair in front of my chest to cover the marks as I walked towards the door.

As soon as I swung it open Blaze stepped in, shoving me to the side as she did so. I was about to shut the door but someone jammed their foot between the door and the frame, Jade's head peaked in from outside.

"Hi Scarlett!" she chirped, as I opened the door once again to let her in.

"Hey Jade," I responded, smiling back at her.

"What's up? How're you feeling? You good?" she asked me, concern filling her tone as she stared at me. Her worry for me made me smile and feel cared for as I just nodded and answered her.

"I'm fine Jade. Thanks for asking," I said as I walked beside her and into the living room, where Blaze was seated. I stood there by the sofa as Jade walked over to Blaze and planted herself on Blaze's lap. Okay... Then they started making out. This just got even weirder.

"Uh I'm just gonna lea-" I started to say as I spun around quickly, running straight into Harry. He shot me an annoyed scowl before he glanced at Blaze and Jade who were still oblivious of our presence.

"Get a room for fuck's sake," he groaned in disgust, turning away and heading towards the door. They immediately stopped at his words, Jade got off of Blaze and started following her towards the bedroom. Along the way as they passed us, Jade shot me a cheeky wink before disappearing into the bedroom.

I heard Harry's low chuckled as I spun around and followed him out of the apartment. I did not want to stick around the apartment while those two were there.

"I didn't know they were -" I started to say before Harry cut me off, as always. Learn your goddamn manners child! It's rude to interrupt.

"Lesbians? Yeah," he said as we walked side by side to the elevator. "It's been a while. They're in love," he spoke like the words tasted bitter in his mouth; he literally spat the word 'love' out. I could tell he didn't particularly like 'love'.

"I didn't think Blaze was human enough to love someone," I said honestly.

"She has a soft spot for Jade," he told me. "Who knows? Maybe they'll switch room mates and you'll get Damien."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" I asked, pulling my brows together.

"I don't know. It depends on whether you're thirsty for him as well," he smirked while my jaw dropped. "Just warning ya, he's asexual," he chuckled as the door to the elevator opened with a 'dick'. Wait a minute. I meant 'ding'. Jesus Christ Scarlett.

"I'm not thirsty," I grumbled, shooting him a nasty scowl. Yes you are Scarlett. But only for Harry.

"Didn't seem like it a couple of minutes ago," he said, chuckling in an amused manner.

"I only did it because you wanted it too!" I exclaimed as we stepped into the elevator.

"Right," he laughed sarcastically, punching my shoulder playfully. It actually hurt and I winced. "Wow you're weak," he laughed it was the most amusing thing on Earth. "And skinny," he chuckled, poking my ribs hardly with his lanky finger. I slapped his hand away in annoyance as he said, "like a string bean."

"I am not a flipping vegetable," I muttered under my breath, keeping my gaze away from his. He's so freaking annoying. He didn't stop poking me, making annoying and rude comments about my size and how 'thirsty' I was for him. "There's nothing wrong with being skinny," I mumbled under my breath. I was perfectly fine for my age and height.

"Aw did I upset you now?" he pouted fakely, poking my cheek. For a second there he actually looked adorable, minus the lip ring and the eyebrow piercing. He wouldn't stop poking me after that; he poked my cheeks and my ribs as he continuously insulted me. He was getting so annoying to a point where I wanted to take my shoe off and smack him around the head a couple of times.

"Would you fucking stop!?" I snapped at him in a clipped tone. "Do me a favor, stop acting like a five-year old and shut the fuck up." I couldn't say anything else because he quickly stepped forward, having me back up against the elevator wall. His hands grabbed my hips roughly and pinned me against the wall, as he glared down at me angrily.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do," he growled, his fingers digging into my hips, certainly leaving bruises there.

"Well I-" I started before he shushed me.

"Shhhh. I seriously thought you were attractive, until you opened your mouth," he said as I rolled my eyes. Seriously? He's using that line again? I just kept quiet and let him have his moment.

"I thought the same about you," I said angrily, shoving his chest making him glare at me once again.

"Good to know you think I'm attractive," he smirked cockily at me.

"Yeah too bad your intelligence doesn't match your face," I pursed my lips, giving him a fake sympathetic look. He scowled at me in response, squeezing my hips painfully before speaking.

"You think you're such a smartass," he growled. "I'd like to see things from your point of view but I can't seem to get my head that far up my ass," he said as I rolled my eyes.

"That's so funny. The last time I heard that, I laughed so hard, I fell off my dinosaur," I said before frowning at my own choice of words. Dinosaur? Really Scarlett?"

"What? You're so fucking weird," he said to me, scrunching his nose up and peering down at me. His hands still hadn't left my hips and it was starting to bother me now, then again I kind of didn't mind it because the warmth it gave me practically seared a hole through my clothes and straight to the bone.

"Gee thanks and you're fucking stupid," I retorted, causing him to squeeze my hips once again in anger.

"You are a real peach, and by peach I mean bitch," he said, giving me a fake smile. "But you are really feisty and I admit, it turns me on a little bit," he admitted, biting on his lip as my breath hitched in my throat. Damn he looks hot, especially with that lip ring. His vibrant green eyes gazing at me lustfully while his perfectly aligned teeth sunk into the pink flesh of his bottom lip. Damn

"Stop it," I said as he began to move closer. His hot minty breath fanning my face as he gazed at me intensely, teething his bottom lip; making him look irresistible.

"Stop what?" he asked innocently. Ha, he was far from innocent. I felt his fingers dip under my shirt and brush my warm skin, making it tingle in a weird way. The effect he had on me was crazy. The simplest things he would do, causes my body to react immediately in an obvious way.

"Stop tempting me. This isn't fair," I mumbled, loosing my voice as his face inched closer to mine. His soft lips brushed my jaw before he started peppering small kisses along it. I was desperately holding onto my self-control as he gently sucked on the skin. My hands rose up to land on his chest, to push him away. But instead they just laid there, fisting his shirt a little as his lips met the hinge of my jaw, puckering against the spot sweetly.

"You're the one tempting me with your feistiness," he said pulling away, raising an eyebrow while I stare at him in disbelief.

"Do not mistake my defensive nature as feistiness." He simply chuckled as his hands dipped down to squeeze my bum, making my cheeks go red. "Harry I don't understand you. You said you didn't want this," I muttered, looking away from his emerald eyes.

"You're right I don't," he said stepping away all of a sudden. "I just wanted to see what you would do if I started throwing myself at you," he smirked while I rolled my eyes at him, shoving his chest.

"That is the -" I started to say before the loud screeching of metal colliding together interrupted me. The lights of the elevator started flickering as the screeching continued; Harry and I listened quietly as we tried to figure out what was happening. "What's happening?" I whispered to Harry who hushed me rudely.

"Shut the fuck up," he said bluntly, staring at nowhere in particular. Suddenly the elevator came to a screeching stop. Oh shit.

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Sorry for the kinda lame chapter! But lately my parents have been up my ass about spending too much time on my laptop and shit. It's so flipping annoying and it makes me so frustrated I want to punch a wall. I'm probs just gonna rant like this at the end of every chapter from now onwards cuz I'm a loner and you guys are my only friends 😂

How's everyone's life going? You all good?

Welllllllll my life sucks but I'm gonna suck it up and just go with the flow yo. Kay rant over, love you guys and stay cool af 👊🏼💖

Until we meet again...

~T