Now is the perfect moment to get to know her. I'm taking her to my shack. Thankgod she doesn't know anything about what happens in shack 12.
Harry has taken my hand and is dragging me into shack number 12. I'm assuming it's his one. He closes the door behind us and turns the light on. I raise my eyebrows in disbelief at how tidy this place is for a guy shack. Before I can analyse the whole room I feel Harry's hands around my waist.
"Babe, you are so hot." he whispers in my ear.
A shiver runs down my spine and I feel the hairs on my arms rising. His hot breath feels so good on my neck. I'm not so sure what to do because I don't even know him and I feel a little uncomfortable. I tensen up when I feel his lips on my neck. I pull away awkwardly and turn to face Harry. He looks confused. He's probably not used to being rejected like that.
"Harry...I don't even know you. Why are you doing this?" I ask him.
Harry scratches the back of his head and frowns. Then places his hand on my cheek and looks at me.
"You're really hot, Carrie. That's what I do. When a girl is hot I get her."
"Oh, so it's like a game for you? Am I just another one of your girls?" I ask him.
Harry looks down and bites his lip. Shit, that looks hot. I put a finger under his chin and lift it gently.
"Harry, tell me. Because I don't play games. Not anymore." I say, wanting an answer. Harry looks at me intensely with his green eyes. They're amazing.
"Yes, its always like a game for me. But you. You seem so different. Your reaction just shows me how different you are and this makes me want you even more." he admits. I don't believe him
"Of course, Harry. I bet you say that to every girl you seduce."
I want to turn this around. I want to be the one in control. I feel safer that way. But Harry ignores me and just pushes me against the door. He's breathing heavily and smashes his lips onto mine. I don't know what he's doing, but for some reason, I like it. I open my mouth and Harry immediately starts playing with my tongue. Our lips move in sync and his breath tastes sweet. I know this is wrong and so slutty of me to be making out with a guy on the first day at camp, but I can't help it. There is something about Harry that makes me go mad. I put my arms around his neck and I can feel his hands on my hips. One hand slowly goes under my shirt, higher and higher up to my bra. Just as he is about to unhook my bra, someone knocks on the door.
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