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(Evan Peters as Atlas Mills)
.Harry.
Sophia and I ended up at the TOMS store. I thought it was weird for bringing me to a shoe store, but there is a small cafe inside the quaint building. It's cosy, and it looks like most of the people here came straight from Los Angeles, California. After Sophia and I got our food, we sat down across from the other.
"How do you know this place is here? I thought you didn't know the area." She teased, taking a sip from her drink.
"Okay, you got me. I recognized this place because of the tattoo parlour not too far down the road." I admitted, trying to hide the smile who's fighting their way to my face.
"Are you saying we should get some tattoos?" She asked, making me sit up.
"As you can see, I'm covered in them, but you aren't." I pointed out. Sophia took in her lower lip while her green eye bored into mine.
"Just because you can't see any doesn't mean I don't have any." She said, her voice full of lust and her pupils dilated.
Fuck.
"What are you implying?" I asked before chugging my water. Where did this sudden seduction come from? Who would be stupid enough to say no to her? Her curvy figure is torturing me. I noticed it when we went out to lunch with the rest of the assholes from group therapy. Her ass has been taunting me, and I don't know how much longer I can put up with it before I take her to the f*****g restroom and f**k her so hard until everyone on this street knows my name.
"I'm not implying anything." She said, acting innocent, but we both know that is not true.
"Oh, really? You're not? I guess I'll never know the truth about you." I know she's just as turned on as me.
"Tragic," She said, teasing me more. My pants tightened around me, and I know I have more than a f*****g semi boner. We sat in silence, staring at the other, and I'm pretty sure everyone in this cafe can feel our s****l tension.
"Do you wanna get out of here?" I asked, knowing damn well she'll say yes.
"Yeah," She said, desperation laced in her voice.
"I know you're dying to see if I have any tattoos." I'm about to lose my s**t and take her on this table.
"People who have tattoos are more fun to undress," I said loud enough for her ears only.
"Let's put that theory to the test," She said before we both got up and threw away our trash and bolted out of the TOMS store. Quickly making our way inside Southside Tattoos, we talked to a guy named Lane.
"Hey, how y'all doing'?" Lane asked with a thick Texas twain.
"Good! And you?" Sophia asked.
"I'm doing great! Thank you for asking." Lane said, letting his eyes wander up and down her figure.
"What are you planning on getting and where?" Lane asked as Sophia, and I pulled out our ID's.
"I want to finish my tattoo," Sophia said. I guess her body does have hidden secrets.
"Finally! And for you?" Lane said, looking at me. s**t, I did not think of anything.
"What do you think I should get?" I asked Lane as he pulled out what I'm assuming to be the rest of Sophia's tattoo.
"I'm gonna need you to take off your shirt so I can see the rest of you. I don't want to create something that doesn't match whatever theme you have." Lane said as I glanced at Sophia. Her pupils were so dilated, I can't see the green.
Pulling my shirt over my head, I did a one-eighty so Lane could see.
"You have this bare spot on the back of your neck and on the inside of your right arm." He said, still trying to figure out what I'm trying to achieve. Hell, I don't know what I want.
"What are your hobbies?" Lane asked.
"I used to be an artist," I said.
"What kind? A painter? A writer? Any spray paint?" He asked as he started to sketch something out.
"A painter," I said. Lane finished sketching something before showing me. It was a paintbrush with abstract circles that look like water.
"I don't know if you mind having colour, but I want to make the brush look like someone has watercoloured it." Lane said.
"And I think it'd look so cool on the back of your arm." I smiled at the sketch and nodded.
"Yeah, let's do it," I said as I gave the sketch back. After Sophia and I filled out and signed any legal document, I lied down on the table and put my arm on the armrest after Lane put on a pair of gloves and sanitized everything. He showed me the fresh needle packet before setting it down on his tray. He placed the sketch on my arm and let me see if I liked the placement. I gave him the okay as I got back onto the table. Putting arm back on the armrest, he got to work. It doesn't hurt, but it is definitely uncomfortable.
"How do you two know each other?" Lane asked, referring to Sophia and me.
"We just met today." She said, staring at my bare torso.
"Fast friends, I see," I rolled my eyes at Lane's response.
"Yeah, something like that," She said, staring directly into my eyes.
"Glad to see you getting out of your shell." Lane said, earning the middle finger.
"I think if you're an introvert getting tattoos, you are far from your comfort zone," Sophia said. It's facts for most. I did it to make people f**k off.
About half an hour passed before Lane finished. He knows I know the care routine for it, but it's part of the job to tell me anyway. He wrapped my arm in saran wrap, and I put my shirt back on.
"Let me clean up, and I'll get back to you." Lane said, wiping everything literally down.
"Alright, let's finish this once and for all." Lane said. Sophia smiled as she took off her jacket, throwing it at me. I caught it last second and set it down on the chair I was sitting in.
"How's the leg portion healing?" He asked. Leg portion? How big is this tattoo?
"Fully healed." She said as she grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head.
Fuck me.
Her pastel blue bra was on display for anyone to see. She is going to f*****g kill me.
"Hang on, let me go change out of this," Sophia said, referring to her bra. Putting her shirt back on, she grabbed her bag and walked into the bathroom.
"How do you know her?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"I literally ran into her on the street in a car accident." He said, staring at the ground as if he was reminiscing the day he hit a total bombshell.
"In exchange for calling the cops, I give her free tattoos." Can I get a deal like that?
"s**t," I said as Lane chuckled.
"Yeah, s**t," He copied.
"What's your name?" Lane asked.
"Harry," I said and he took off his glove to shake my hand.
"Glad to see you guys are bonding," Sophia said as I turned my head to her. Her blue bra was no longer on her, but in her f*****g hands. She had on a silicone stick-on strapless bra in the same colour as her skin. Her backside faced me, and I about lost it on the inside. Her back and parts of her upper arm were covered in a vine-like pattern. Holy s**t she's teasing me on a level I didn't was possible.
Lane got to work on finishing Sophia's tattoo, and it took everything in me not to get up and get off to her in the f*****g restroom. Her curves are taunting me, and she knows it. The way she moves her hips to get comfortable is pure torture.
An agonizingly slow hour and a half later, he finished. He put on this giant ass sticker on Sophia's back before she slipped her shirt on.
I paid and left, making our way back to her car.
"Well, I had fun." She said, pulling up to my dads' house.
"Me too," I said.
Don't kiss her.
Don't kiss her.
Don't kiss her.
"Aren't you gonna invite me in?" She is so hard to resist.
"Part of me is yelling, saying I shouldn't, but the other could not give a flying f**k," I said, truthfully.
"Which side is winning?" Her eyes were hooded as she flickered them from my eyes to my lips.
"The second side," I said as she turned off her car. We scrambled out of her car and inside the house.
"Harry? Is that you?" I heard my dad call out, but I dismissed him as I pulled Sophia up the stairs and into my room. I locked the door as she took off my belt.
"God, you're so f*****g intoxicating," I said, making her giggle.
"Who said you aren't?" She teased. She pulled my shirt above my head before I helped her out of her shirt, careful of her completed tattoo. Our lips connected, fighting the others to take control, and I won. Pushing to my bed, I unbuckled her belt before she sat down on the messy bed. Her shoes and pants were gone before she took off her socks and took off her sticker-like strapless bra. She helped me rid of my pants and shoes as I took off my sock and continued putting her in her place as I kissed down her neck, making soft moans escape her lips.
I flipped her over, and I nearly lost it. Sophia's tattoo is more significant than I thought. It travelled down her back, but it trails down her left side, leading to her right leg. The different flowers, vines, and branched make her look beautifully intertwined with nature. I didn't think she'd have basically a body sleeve. Her left leg stays ink-free along with her right arm, but her tattoo goes from her back, wrapping around her torso and down her right leg. f**k, she's hot.
"Are you going to keep gawking at me, or are you going to put your own words to the test? You did get in trouble for too much s*x, right?" She is the biggest tease, it is unreal.
"Egar aren't we?" It was my turn to tease.
Sophia giggled as I got her on all fours. Her black lacey thong kills me. I lied flat on my back while sliding under her.
"You are certainly something else, Harry," She said, looking down at me. I centred my face right below her sweet core. I chuckled before moving her thong to the side, letting me see her soaking core.
I didn't give her time to comprehend before I let my tongue and lips take over her. Her body jerked against my face, making me chuckle.
"Oh, f**k, Harry!" She yelled, encouraging me to give her more and more and more.
"You taste so good," I said against her. She let out another giggle as I pushed her up into a sitting position. There, now she's sitting my face. The view above me is incredible. Her breasts are perky and soft as I reached my hand up to grab her. I continued to let my tongue devour her as my name, and profanities fell from her lips. I know damn well if my mum knew what I was doing, she'd throw a fit.
I know Sophia isn't going to last long, and I know I won't last the second I put myself inside of her. Her hips bucked, and her moans grew louder, letting me know she's close.
I had her coming fast as she screamed my name and pulled at my hair.
I rode out high as she worked her hips against my lips.
"Oh, my God," She said, swinging her legs around to get off my face. Before I could grab a condom, her hand was already inside my boxers, pulling me out.
"Jesus, Sophia," I said, tossing my head back. She is going to destroy me before I realize it.
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Waking up the next morning, I felt the weight of Sophia's head on my chest. Her blonde hair sprawled out as she sleeps peacefully. I have to pee, but I don't want to wake her. I carefully freed myself and headed to my bathroom.
Fuck last night was more than wild. I did not expect any that to happen, but f**k, I think I'm going to like it here.
"Harry?" Sophia called out as I slipped on a new pair of boxers.
"In here!" I called back. A few seconds later, Sophia walked in with one of my shirts on.
"Hey," She said, sleep heavy in her eyes.
"Hey," I said, trying to find a pair of jeans. I don't know why I'm looking so hard. All of my jeans are black, well most are.
"We have to go to group therapy today," She said, bursting whatever peace I had left.
"I hate it," I said, putting on a plain black shirt.
"Who doesn't?" She asked.
"Noah, probably," I joked. She burst out into laughter while nodding.
"He's usually the first on there!" She exclaimed, making me laugh.
"Oh, God! I was kidding! But that makes it so much better!" I laugh.
"Well, let's go then," I said.
"I cannot go in my clothes from last night. Emilia will b***h about it." She said. She can wear her jeans, but I'm sure Blue has a few things for her.
"Hey, I'll be right back, I think I have something," I said.
"You have something? Is there anything you need to tell me, Hero?" I rolled my eyes, flipping her off while leaving the bathroom. I stalked over to Blue's room, and to my luck, she wasn't there.
Going through her stuff, I pulled out a maroon cropped sweater.
"Here, this should do." I tossed her the sweater and slipped on a fresh pair of socks and a pair of tattered black boots. Sophia ruffled her hair as she grabbed her keys.
"I can bring you back," She said.
"I thought someone drives me there and back," I said, confusing her.
"No. Who told you that?" She asked, genuinely confused.
"No one important," I said. I'm going to talk to Blue because leaving me was bullshit.
Once we were on the road, we stopped for breakfast and coffee before parking in the stupid group therapy parking lot.
"Let's go." She said as we both got out of her car. I need to get Texas drivers license if I'm gonna be here for a while.
I opened the door for us, letting her walk inside the room first. Noah, Atlas, Journi, and Emilia were all seated, and no one else was here.
"Sophia, are you kidding me? You already slept with the guy?" Emilia asked, knowing she's starting an unnecessary fight.
"Jealous?" I questioned, defending Sophia.
"You wish," She muttered.
"Never in a million years," Noah said to Emilia as Sophia, and I took a seat.
"Was I talking to you? No. So shut the f**k up and bud out." I rolled my eyes at Emilia's short ass fuse.
"Alright, enough. Can we please go one day without your bullshit?" Journi asked Emilia before sitting back in her chair, rolling her eyes.
"You're still here, so we can't." Emilia fired back.
"Are you telling me to go kill myself?" Journi asked, making Emilia smirk.
"No, but if that's what you think, then yes you halfbreed cunt," Emilia said.
"Fair enough. Wherever I go that you're not, it's heaven so f**k you, you soulless fuck." Journi fired back. Atlas was too busy playing on his phone to notice and wonder if he's gotten so used to the arguing, playing on his phone has become routine. Poor guy, if you ask me.
"Gingers aren't soulless." Emilia fired back.
"You aren't doing anything to change that stereotype, Raggedy Anne." Journi fired back, making me stifle a laugh.
"Australia used to be prison grounds for people from England or Europe or whatever?" Emilia asked, and Journi nodded.
"So?" Journi asked.
"Listen here ancestor of convicts, shut the f**k up already. You are doing a great job showing us the apple doesn't fall far from the f*****g tree." Emilia yelled.
"Who the f**k hurt you?" I asked Emilia, who stared back at me wide-eyed.
"That's a long list, honey," She said and fixed her gaze on the window.
"All of this because I slept with Harry?" Sophia asked, dropping the bomb.
"I f*****g knew it! I f*****g knew it." Atlas said showing he has been listening.
"You never say s**t, so bud out," Journi said.
"I've learned, I can keep more friends without opening my damn mouth, and that's something you assholes haven't figured out quite yet, and that's hysterical," Atlas said. He seems like a cool dude.
"You should try it," He added, making me chuckle.
The rest of our group showed up along without our psychologist, whose name I don't care about to remember.
"Today, we are discussing how to have an intense conversation without anger." She said.
Fucking dandy.
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