Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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The shot flies through the air in milliseconds.
And hits the target. Right in the left side of the mid-body, somewhere around where the stomach would be.
After I released that first gunshot, it felt sort of good. It felt like releasing my nerves into pulling the trigger. Harlow was right about holding the gun the way she positioned me because it helped prevent as much recoil from the shot, as I'm sure there would have been.
I lower the gun and take a better look at the target, watching exactly where my first shot landed.
Not too bad for a first right?
I feel the earmuffs slide off of my ears and come to rest around my neck, as Harlow comes to my side.
"You did well. Really well for a first, Elodie."
I turn my head so that I'm face to face with Harlow, only inches away. I give her a small smile, forcing the flutter in my stomach away
"Thank you," I respond, looking back to the target with a hole in its side.
"Do you want to try again?" Harlow asks me and I nod, not turning to her but searching for a spot to shoot this time.
Shooting for the first time made me nervous but the more I do it, the better at it I'll be, and I'll also be less nervous.
"Yeah. Yes, I want to try again. Can I?" I ask her, turning again to check.
She nods her head to the left, at the targets, indicating for me to have another go. As I turn back, she slips my earmuffs on again and her body comes behind me again.
Her hands come around me and she repositions my arms like they were before, my hands firmly holding the gun, and pointing back at the target. This time I'm aiming for the upper body.
Once Harlow's touch leaves me, I'm left to figure out and calculate this shot.
"Take your time, love."
God, has that name always had the same effect on me as it has now?
I position my gun, raising it to point at the target, forgetting the feeling I had just gotten.
I breathe in, placing my finger lightly over the trigger. Before I contemplated any more, I pushed down on the trigger and set off another shot that rippled through the room.
As soon as it hit the target, I smiled. This time, and it was only my second, it hit the middle of the body.
I heard a faint sound next to me, and I slid my earmuffs off and turned, to witness Harlow, clapping her hands with a wide grin plastering her face.
"Well. Fucking. Done." She says, looking at me, her eyebrows raised in slight surprise.
I couldn't even hold my own grin back as she looked at me, with pride, almost. Like she was proud of me. And that made me feel good.
