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looked like a complete shit tip in there. To me, it was organised chaos. It wasn’t so much that it was dirty or messy, more like I had too much stuff and not enough places to put them.
    My room wasn’t particularly girly. It was more functional. I had everything I needed in there and plenty more besides. A huge bed, several bookcases that dominated one entire wall, a walk-in wardrobe that was filled to the rafters and an entertainment unit that filled up an entire corner. It wasn’t a space that reflected my personality. Sure, it showed the things I loved most in life, like books, but it was kind of impersonal.
    If I was completely honest, it was my humungous collection of books that took up most of the space in there. I was still pretty old school like that. Harper had bought me a Kindle for my last birthday and although I did use it on occasion, nothing could compare to the thrill of a new book. There was no way I’d ever give up my book collection. I would have rather give up my bed and sleep on the floor first.
    I grabbed my pyjamas from the end of the bed and padded into the bathroom. I know that it’s crazy, but I always delayed taking off my shoes when I got in from a night out. Most people kick them off the second they step in the door, but not me. It was a moment that I loved to savour. As any other woman knows, kicking off a pair of high heels at the end of the night, the relief you feel is one of the most orgasmic feelings in the entire world.
    I turned on the shower and braced my hands on the sink in the bathroom as I ruthlessly flung my shoes through the open doorway into my bedroom. I groaned in total blissful pleasure as my bare feet sunk into the rich soothing carpet.
    I washed up as quickly as I could. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on the film until I had checked to make sure that Dee was okay. I shut off the water and wrapped a towel around my still dripping body. I knew that it was really lazy, but I couldn’t be bothered to dry myself off. I was just too tired. How I was going to last through an entire film, I didn’t know. You know that feeling you get at the end of the night when you’re too exhausted to move and all you want to do is curl up in your bed? Yeah, that was how I was feeling.
    I trudged my way over to Harper’s room and saw that, sure enough, he hadn’t even bothered to remove her spikey heeled boots. At the moment, watching her drool onto Harper’s pillow and snoring like an old man, I had to admit that I was inclined to agree with him. She could sleep in the restricting leather and hopefully it might teach her a lesson and make her think twice about going out on another bender. But, the boots had to come off. I couldn’t do that to her.
    I went back into my own room and slipped on my pyjamas, wedging my feet into my fluffy bunny slippers. Harper had been my best friend forever and I never had to put any airs or graces on for him. He didn’t give a damn if I didn’t have on any make-up or if my hair was a damp mess piled on my head. Damn lucky, seeing as we lived together and no woman can look perfect twenty four seven.
    Walking into the lounge, I had to admit that I wasn’t always quite as unaffected by Harper as he seemed to be by me. Seeing him standing there in the centre of the room, wearing only a pair of shorts, my pulse raced for a moment. Sure, I’d had a reminder earlier with regards to how much he trained and worked out, but seeing all of that uncovered flesh with ripped muscles on display in front of me, I would have had to have been a nun or a lesbian not to feel something stirring. He was a fine specimen of masculinity and I had to admit that, if it had been anyone else, I would have been jumping his bones. It wasn’t. It was Harper. He was my best friend. He was like a brother to me. I couldn’t think of him in that way. I still remembered the snotty nosed kid that he’d been. I didn’t often let myself drink in his raw beauty, but when