I swivel around and sip my juice.
“Look, this is going to sound…”
“Embarrassing?” I ask. “You can tell me,” I add gently. Harry looks at me, and his eyes sharpen. As if he is calculating if he can really trust me. “No, really,” I say.
“Look, I once told you I’m not that normal.”
“Yeah, but that was when you were fucking me like no one ever had.”
We both freeze.
“Really?” he asks seriously.
“Well, kind of. Let’s just say you’re good, or we were, ummm, good, great, or whatever. Anyway.”
“Anyway,” Harry says, sighing. “Look, I’ve never done this.”
“What? Being fake-engaged, jet-setting, or being in this weird whatever we are, you know, kind of getting caught up in?”
We both share a look, and we laugh.
“Yeah,” he says finally. There is silence. “Look, I’ve never had an actual girlfriend.”
I look over as I finish my drink. I then remember William’s confidential talk. Harry must have caught me observing him because he is suddenly defensive. “It’s not that weird.”
“No, it’s not,” I say, still processing. “Anyway, I can likely coach you on pointers.”
Harry raises a brow. “You want to coach me on being a boyfriend?”
I think it through, and I start to like the idea. No, I start tolove the idea.
“It does sound weird, but maybe.” Harry rubs the back of his neck, and he stands and paces. “Look, I promise not to write pages of notes.”
“No, you won’t,” Harry says, walking back over. He is looking down on me again, and his slicked back wet hair and amazing body are in silhouette with the sun behind him. He really is spectacular.
Like ahot Greek God.
I am also semi-naked, wet, and turned on. I want him to lie down on me and slide inside me.
“So just what would the coach advise?” Harry asks, crossing his arms and sounding cautious.
You to fuck me.
I lower my sunglasses and look at him seriously. “Command, dear, I will be commanding you.”
Harry laughs loudly and shakes his head. “I cannot believe how complex this deal is getting.”
I stand with a bowl of salad that arrived as we swam. I start to eat and talk at the same time. “It is a big deal.”
“It is,” Harry says.
As I chew, I hold a fork towards Harry. He shakes his head. “Eat,” I command.
“No,”
“Eat!” I say, sternly. “Couples do this kind of thing.”
Harry turns back to me, and he leans forwards. With his eyes on mine, his lips inches away from mine, and me still topless, he nips the salad and pulls back, chewing.
