Nora Dodson is a "fast-talking, F-bomb-dropping, born-and-bred New Yorker". Harry Styles is no longer a member of One Direction. He's lovely, kind and a very odd young man, though he's entirely unhappy in his relationship. But then he meets Nora an...
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"Who fucking knew?!" Nora exclaimed, as she scampered through their small villa. "This place is gorgeous—I was so not expecting this!" Harry smiled and set their luggage down, then he followed Nora out to the back patio, where the small pool and chaises were less than a hundred yards from the serene Arabian Gulf. It was dream in itself and Harry didn't want to share it with anyone else. As Nora stopped and gazed out at the beautiful scenery before them, Harry wrapped his arms around her shoulders and kissed the top of her hair.
"So, it's alright then?"
"Honey, it's better than alright. This is going to be the most perfect week." She turned around in his arms and lifted herself up, wrapping her legs around his waist. "And as fucking jet lagged as I am, I'm getting in my swim suit and I'm laying in that chaise all fucking week."
"May I lay next to you?"
"You better lay next to me." She grins and smooches him quickly before hopping back down and sauntering over to her suitcase. "And you know, as much as I'd like to have sex with you...right at this moment, I'm too exhausted."
"Noted...does later work?"
"Later totally works, baby." Harry sits on the bed as Nora unpacks. She hangs her kimonos up and her dresses and then she completely strips and he finds it incredibly difficult to remain unaroused.
