It started out as a simple kickback at his Malibu home. All of his close friends had some over, it was potluck style. He was in the kitchen,minding the blender making margaritas. You both shared a love for tequila. It was the perfect day. People were swimming, drinking, Harry was by the grill with an apron on over his bare chest.
The heat was unbearable. Emma had lived for two years in Florida, where humidity turned everything, her hair, her skin, into a sticky mess while she worked shitty minimum wage jobs that barely paid the rent and tried and frequently failed not to go back to her old life of shoplifting and picking pockets. But nothing compared to Neverland. Sweat beaded along her hairline and dripped between her breasts morning, noon and night.
Kinda smutty I tried anyway. Of course I did check it was someone I knew before I opened it cause it was Starting to get dark and I was home alone for once. Though looks like you have plans?