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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By the time the girls and I were heading home from our shopping spree today, I still hadn't progressed Harlow's words entirely.
"Elodie, do you want to go to France with me?"
Never in my life would I have thought Harlow would ask me to travel to France with her. And I don't mean in addition to her plans to go there already, she was asking me if I wanted to go to France with her, alone.
"- As a date, that's like the most romantic thing anyone could do," My thoughts are pried apart by Sam's voice as she finishes her sentence.
I notice what she said and my cheeks immediately heat up. Harlow had asked me to travel to France with her, and it was sure as hell a date. I didn't imagine Harlow as the type to do 'dates', and even now, a date like this is beyond what I ever could have imagined receiving from anyone.
When I got the call, me and the girls were shopping in Valencia, and I'd stopped in my tracks when Harlow asked me the question over the phone. I was shocked, to say the absolute least. I didn't see this coming at all. Harlow has never done love, she's probably never done dates either, and it's astonishing to think that I am her first for these things.
I didn't give Harlow any time to go back on her question once I realised exactly what she was asking me. The girls noticed me stop and turned around, all curious as to why I had to stop walking beside them to answer this call. But when the words of response left my mouth, each one of the girls' faces lit up and their eyes went wide. Harlow gave me some quick little details, but not much yet, and told me we can discuss this later, once I get home.
The moment I got off that call with her, the girls and I started squealing as if we'd won the lottery. They were so happy for me, I was starting to think they were happier than I was to hear this news.
The rest of our outgoing concluded trips to about twenty more shops, where the girls encouraged (and forced) me to pick out an entirely new wardrobe for this weekend away with Harlow.
That is all she mentioned about our trip to France. She told me it would be for a weekend, specifically next weekend, which is far too early for my liking and does not give me enough time to prepare, but I didn't get any more information than that.
The girls helped me pick out about five completely new outfits that we thought would look perfect for different events in France; dinner at a ravishing restaurant, a trip to a mesmerising museum, or a stroll around France's most prized locations. They even bribed me into buying a whole new suitcase for this trip, but I have to admit I loved it just as much as they did. I loved their input in the whole thing and I couldn't be more glad that the girls were as happy as I was about me and Harlow's relationship progressing.
I remember at first when Harlow and I were doing nothing but sneaking around and having sex, the girls were not Harlow's biggest fans and tried to talk me out of my situation with her. I knew they were looking out for me and I wanted to listen, but fuck, there was no way I could pry myself away from that woman. I was addicted to her, and that feeling has only grown since then. Her touch was everything. Every time our bodies met, I was drowning deep in euphoria and wishing those moments would never end.
