"Why are you walking weird?" Ashleigh asked as she sorted through tomatoes at the grocery store.

It was a few weeks later and she was beginning to do her shopping for her Thanksgiving dinner with her boyfriend and their family. She was now in charge of making dinner for twelve people and was considering breaking up with her boyfriend because she doesn't actually know how to cook.

"I joined the gym." I shrugged, amazed that I was able to lie so quickly.

Truth was, Harry and I had been having sex almost every day. I had been knee deep in work and he had finally found an entry-level accounting job, which had caused him to let out his frustration on me. He hated his boss, a certain blonde haired moron who reminded him of a businessman turned president, if you know what I mean.

"Your ass does look really good." I thanked her, Harry said the same thing. "Have you thought about maybe sharing a slice with a gentleman?" I looked at her with one eyebrow raised. "I know someone who is single and is really sweet. He's a little on the short side but makes up in style and a cute face."

It had been a whole month since Daniel broke up with me and believe me when I say I was over it. It's kind of hard not to be over it when you get the sadness fucked right out of you.

But, if I went out with a guy, then Harry and wouldn't be able to do that anymore. Well, at least I wouldn't be able to sleep with him. Call me a whore or someone who knows what they want, but I feel like having sex with someone before love, but after you establish some feelings is important. If I sleep with him and he's terrible or unteachable, there's a big difference if I'm in love or not. If I'm in love, I will end up having sex with him for years and then get broken up with because 'I can't have sex.' Daniel!

If I just like someone and they aren't sexually compatible to me, well, hit the road jack. And please don't come back.

"I don't really want to date right now, besides, it's the holidays and I don't want any of that stuff interfering with dating. I get that it's cuddling season, but I think I can survive." She agreed.

"Well, that's true, maybe after the holidays?" I nodded, simply wanting this conversation to be over and began picking up some stuff to make dinner tonight.

*

My parents lived a few hours North from me and I always chose to go and visit them for the feeling of freedom that came with knowing I can leave at any time. They were great, but after a day I needed to get away from them.

I was hoping Harry would want to go with me because my parents liked him and he had a way with people. I decided to ask him when he got home.

I was waiting for my timer to go off as I watched a movie on Netflix in the living room. Harry showed up wearing his button-up and tie, looking like a model.

"What up!" He put up two peace signs as he came in.

"Hey! How was being an adult?" He set his stuff down in his room, coming out a second later to grab a beer from the kitchen and coming over to sit beside me on the couch.

"It sucks, but hey, making a decent living right?" I agreed. "So what's the hot gossip, spill the tea."

"Please go to your room and think about what you just said to me." He laughed and opened his can, chugging most of it down before placing it on the coffee table in the middle of the room.

"No, but seriously, when do you leave for Thanksgiving?" He wondered.

"The day of, I come back Friday night. You know I can't be with my parents that long. Their shitty puns and terrible knock-knock jokes, weird innuendos." Now that I think about it, that may be why they like Harry so much. "You should come with me."

"Really? I'm part of the squad?" I rolled my eyes. "Sorry, there was this twelve-year-old kid with his mom saying things like that on his live Instagram at the office." I chuckled. "So, I can go?"

"Yeah, should be fine. Just prepare for all the jokes." He laughed, laying his head on my lap.

I didn't know why but I really liked when Harry was like this, all cuddly and stuff. His voice would soften, lips pouty, fingers delicately tugging on my hands. It frustrated me that at times like this, it was so simple to want a relationship. For someone to tell me they loved me. Obviously, Harry didn't love me like that, and that's why when he spoke, it shattered that small fantasy that we were having a moment.

"Is dinner almost ready?" I pushed him off of me gently and went over to check it.

Not to say I had feelings for Harry, but as I said before, the sex was- wow. He knew what he was doing, reading my body like a book. It was the best- but afterward, I just wanted to get away from him, because I knew that if I stayed with him, my mind would play tricks on me and I would end up getting hurt.

*

On my last day of work before Thanksgiving, I decided to give my mom a call and let her know that Harry was coming to dinner, and then she gave me the worst news. "Well, wonderful, your sisters are coming as well."

Fuck.

"That's so great, I'm so excited!" I lied through my teeth.

I had two sisters and we didn't get along. My youngest sister, Ruby, was just about to be twenty and thought she was cool because she was going to school overseas. My older sister, Kansas, was twenty-nine and was a lawyer with a husband and a nice house.

Meanwhile, little Bonnie was barely getting her shit together and just got dumped by her boyfriend and bringing a friend over for the holiday.

Awesome.

"I just think it would be good for you girls to spend time together, so I planned a weekend-long camping trip! Oh, honey please tell me you'll be able to come?" I was walking into my house as I spoke on the phone when I saw Harry walk from the kitchen in nothing but a pair of small yellow shorts on. He was glistening, possibly from a workout, as he drank a tall glass of cold water, some of it dripping onto his chin. His muscles protruding out and more accentuated.

I bit my lip and cleared my throat. "I'm gonna go, I'm bringing Harry with me," I told my mom.

"That's great honey, can't wait to see you and promise me you'll really bond with your siblings." Harry and I were making eye contact with each other as I began pulling off my clothes.

"Okay, I'll see you on Thursday." I hung up and tossed my phone on the floor, walking over to Harry and jumping into his arms as my lips attached themselves to his and we began making out.

He sat me on the kitchen counter and practically ripped off my panties, tossing them behind his head and attacking my neck with open-mouthed kisses while I shoved things behind me to make room for myself.

I cursed when the feeling of Harry's hard length poked my inner thigh because we needed to get a condom from the room, well technically we didn't.

Was now a good time to tell him I was on birth control?

I had an implant because I had plans and sucked at taking the pill. I know it was dumb to wear a condom if Harry was clean and stuff- well not dumb but a bit unnecessary. But I felt that once the condom was off, it was breaking some sort of friendship rule that you aren't supposed to let your friend cum inside of you.

But as Harry's lips lowered down my chest, his big hands ripping off my bra- like actually ripping it off (it's cool I hated this bra anyway)- I just shrugged and spread my legs wider to let him get closer to where I wanted him.

His mouth closed around my nipple while my hands reached down to take a hold of him and guide him into me. Harry suddenly pushed back and looked into my eyes. He was having maybe ten seconds of clarity before he would say 'fuck it' and attempt the old pull out move. "Let me get a condom."

"Birth control." I really didn't realize how out of breath I was. I was panting like a dog left in a hot car.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I shrugged. "Is it okay if I-"

"Yes!" I nodded, pulling him in to kiss me. I've never had sex in the kitchen and as I turned to face the window and noticed that it was wide open out into the walkway of the apartments. Anyone could walk by and see Harry and I having sex. "Wait!"

Harry pulled away and looked at me concerned, "what did I do?"

I pointed to the window and Harry seemed confused. "People can see us."

"So, that's half the fun." He chuckled but I just rolled my eyes. "Believe me I'll be quick." He was about to press into me but I saw people walking by, so I shoved him and jumped off the counter, grabbing my clothes as I heard Harry laughing behind me.

*

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-k