Harry couldn't help himself. Leg bouncing up and down as he soaked in the perpetual agony he was in. It was a typical LA party, laced weed and trouble flying in and out the doors. The one place where people didnt look at faces, a rare and lucky privilege for someone like him.

Yet, through the thickness of the dancing crowd he could not tear his eyes off of YOU. You'd spent one night together in berlin, and it was the one sexual encounter that haunted him many months later. Dreams plagued with how you tasted, how your stamina outmatched his own, it was bad of him, but he wouldnt dare to stop his fantasies once they started.

He could recognize that face anywhere. This time, he didnt plan on letting you escape his sheets first thing in the morning.