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She could hear Harry groaning and searching his room for pants or joggers. She reached the door when she heard him coming after her.

“Zoe!” he yelled, jogging down the steps. “Zoe, wait!”

Zoe gave him one more look and left, making sure to slam the door. She walked down the hall on search for the lift. When she reached a turn she saw two silver lifts and pressed the down button. The doors opened and she stepped in sighing in relief.

Just before they closed, she saw him standing there in nothing but joggers. She ran a hand through her hair and let out a shaky breath. The last thing Zoe expected was to wake up, naked, next to a man she absolutely loathed the night before. She hated herself for it. It might have been great sex but she hated herself for leaving with him. She could have left with Carter and Tim back to her flat but no, no. She had to leave with Harry.

When he'd clicked send on that first text, he definitely had that trademark wide grin across his face. There was something exciting about all of it, about planning little things, about wanting to surprise her... but in typical fashion, by the end of the second text, he was already second guessing. He definitely wasn't known for being the guy who pulled big gestures. Hell, he wasn't known as the guy who pulled any gestures at all - he more than often even forgot birthdays or important dates, forgot to do things for them - so maybe it was natural for him to feel nervous as he did. It was possible he was making too much a hype over something so small and tricking Tessa to go to his room as quickly as possible, but he wanted it to really be a surprise and what would surprise her more than finding out that he wasn't actually in anything serious when he'd texted her so panicked?