I got the water ready, and walked out to grab new clothes while the water warmed up.
"Shower sex?" I hear Harry say, his eyes still closed. His voice groggy.
"Sure." I smile. His eyes open and look at me. "I'll make sure you slip and break your neck."
"Mm, I love when you talk dirty."
"Shut up." I smiled, with new clothes in hand, and walked back into the bathroom.
After I finished, I got out and brushed my teeth. I walked out, and saw Harry no longer in bed. I picked up my clothes that were still on the floor, and placed them in the hamper.
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Moving my wet hair.
"Hey, golf is the best sport." He yelled from the couch.
"Turn it off, and get in here." I said, grabbing a pop tart and placing it in the toaster.
"Kitchen sex?" He smirked as he walked in.
"No, jesus. Sit down." He sat across from where I was standing. "We have to talk about last night."
"You don't regret it do you?" His eyebrows furrowed. A concerned look on his face.
"No." I said leaning against the counter. "Obviously, we were both sexually frustrated, and I'd never thought I'd say this, but you're good in bed."
He smiled. "You're not too bad either."
"However, I don't want this to come between us. I think we both made it clear, we're not looking to date anyone at the moment. I don't want to lose my best friend over a night of amazing sex." I said truthfully.
"So, are we-are we friends with benefits?"
I shrug. "Yes, but we need to set rules. You can't sleep with other girls because that would be such a turn off for me. I will not put your dick in my mouth knowing it was in another girl." I look of disgust was now on my face.
He nodded, "The same goes for you. I don't think it be very respectful if we were sexually active with other …show more content…
Marina was tall, curvy and extremely pretty. she knew it too. She had strawberry blonde hair, and blue eyes that reminded you of a clear ocean . Niall and her started dating eight months back, around Valentine's day. They were that cheesy, straight-out-of-the-movies type of couple. Their love story was one Nicholas Sparks wishes he could write.
But, I bet you're wondering how Harry and I met. We met on the night of the school dance. I got dressed up for a boy who never showed and he got rejected by a girl who went with his friend instead. He came over and sat by me on the bleachers, and we told the two most pathetic stories of our lives. The next day, Harry found my supposed-to-be date and punched him in the nose. He got suspended, but that was the start of an amazing friendship.
During high school, we made sure to always make time for each other. We had weekly movie nights, and weekly lunch plans. When things got rough, we always found a way to be there for each other. No matter the time of