Won't you come over - Devendra Banhart

“I was wondering where you were,” Rose moved the seat next to her with her bare foot so I could sit. My knees were shaking so I fell into it with relief. “Your playlist finished so I put on another, I hope th…are you ok? You look really flustered.”

“I just had a bit of a run in with Harry”, I leaned over to whisper. I wasn’t going to say anything but the words came out before I could stop.

Rose eyed me warily, eyebrow raised and I knew that although she wouldn’t judge me, I wasn’t going to tell her the truth. “What sort of run in?”

“Uh… he wants to see me again.” I looked down at my hands and mentally prayed she told me to do it.

“You’re not going to, are you? I’m happy that you got it out of your system but sleeping with him again would not be a smart move.” Reaching her hand out and placing it on mine, she told me to look at her. “I can tell you want to, but please don’t. You have so much to lose and no good will come from this.”

I nodded and sighed. She was right, of course she was, but the heat between my legs, still throbbing and sensitive from Harry’s touch, begged to differ and longed for more of what he had to give.

Harry, or rather the code name of ’Stella’ I’d given him in my contacts, popped up on my screen and I pressed the phone to my chest before opening it.

He’d sent the first text as soon as he’d left, which had only been half an hour or so after our little meeting in the alley, but he was drunk and descriptive of what he had planned for me if we were alone again. I would internally moan as I spoke to my guests and feel the vibration in my pocket of the arrival of a new filth filled message, but still excused myself so I could reply and encourage him. The only thing keeping me from jumping in a taxi and going to Harry’s was the lack of an excuse to leave my own party and Rose’s words of discouragement.

Will was furious. As the last guest left and Rose disappeared up to the spare room she always slept in when she stayed over, his full anger came to surface. Worried he knew what I had done with Harry I silently watched as him slammed around the garden putting the furniture back in order. He wouldn’t talk until we’d tidied the garden completely, a job that could have been done the following morning but he was making some sort of point.

As I loaded the last dishes into the sink to be washed when I got up I felt Will behind me, his mouth close to my ear. My body froze when he hissed harshly and angrily, “If you ever speak to my clients like you spoke to Harry Styles earlier ever again, I will not be responsible for my actions. Do you hear me?”

I nodded quickly but stood rigid and still until I heard him leave the kitchen and head upstairs. With a heavy sigh and racing heart I relaxed, wishing even more I’d been able to leave earlier, whether it was to go to Harry or not. I didn’t care.

I woke to a simple message.

**’Free later today? Same hotel at 4? x’**

My heart soared and I clutched my stomach to quell the thousand butterflies that woke with a start. This was the now or never moment. I would either think with my head and listen to Rose by staying home or go to lunch with some friends as I’d originally planned. Or, I’d think with something else and agree to meet him, put my marriage at risk once again for the sake of sex.

The butterflies flew south as I pictured fucking him, remembering the moans he made and how good his hands had felt between my thighs the night before. I groaned and leapt out of bed, closing his message and leaving it unanswered so I could cool off in the shower.

Even in the shower all I could think about was Harry, wondering the logistics of if he’d have the strength to hold me for shower sex or if I’d just have to get my face wet against the tiles while he took me from behind. I was lost in remembering how delicious it was having Harry gripping my hips when I heard my music switch off and the phone ring. I contemplated ignoring it, it was probably going to be Will telling me he wouldn’t be home for dinner because of work, but I switched the shower off and reached my hand out of the cubicle.

**Stella**

“Hello?” My voice echoed slightly and I hoped that Harry didn’t realise where I was.

“Hello”, his low, northern accent was instantly recognisable. I leant against the cool wet tiles not sure how to answer. I’d been thinking so hard about what we’d get up to if we met that I hadn’t decided if I was going to go or not.

“Uh…who’s this?”

“You know who it is”.

My stomach fizzed with excitement.

“My husband’s home”, I lied.

“Funny,” he lowered his voice and I instantly regretted the lie, “because I’m looking directly at your husband”.

“Oh”.

It was the best I could come up with. I started to shiver so I opened the cubicle, grabbed a towel and stepped out onto the fluffy shower mat.

“Where are you? Your voice sounds echoey.”

“I’m at home. Perhaps you should have asked my husband where I was.”

He went silent and the quiet hung in the air.

“Are you in the shower?”

I heard the sound of a door closing at the other end of the line and I wondered if he was talking to me.

“Layla?”

I smiled at hearing him say my name, it sounded so different to the way Will said it.

“Was there a reason for your call?”, I changed the subject. It felt strange to know that Harry on the other end was only meters away from Will.

“Can you come this afternoon? I really want to see you again.”

“Are you really with Will?”

The pangs of guilt were too much, I was such a bad person.

“I wasn’t going to tell you, I’m sorry, but seeing him reminded me how much I want to be with you again. I want to finish what we started last night.”

If it had been anyone else his response could be seen as cold but in a sick way I understood what he meant.

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