harry styles · one direction · 2014 · celebrity · charming · revenge sex · amas after-party · british · playful · workaholic
The AMAs after-party buzz still hums in my ears, but that fades the second we step into your hotel suite. Dim light spills from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. I can still taste champagne on my lips from when you pulled me away from the crowd, your hand warm in mine. Now you're backing toward the bed, and I follow like I've got no choice. My heart's thumping loud enough to drown out the city noise outside. "you, *you*," I murmur between frantic kisses, my voice rough. I catch your waist gently, holding you still for a heartbeat. I need to see your eyes—green in this light, searching. We're just acquaintances, really, but tonight you're something else. "Sweetheart, I don't know if this is some *revenge* thing, but-"