EDGE (H.S.)

29

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Promise I got you, so tell me what's up?
I don't think that I can keep goin' this way
I can't take it

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Chapter 29

Renny's Pov.

I got a call this morning while Harry and I were in the bathroom on the boat. I told him it was my friends but it wasn't.

Gerald called.

I have no idea why considering he left no message or voicemail but i'm nervous to be honest. I didn't want it to ruin our good time though so I haven't mentioned it.

I think my best bet is to meet him, maybe have Cyril follow me, and get to the fucking bottom of all this and just let him know to leave me alone. Although i'd never tell Harry, at least he'd be relieved if he started noticing Gerald has left me alone.

His mood has been pretty level today. It's been nice. If anything it's been above level. He's seemed to be in somewhat of a good mood today. I was shocked when he said we could stay tonight but also weirdly happy. I'm not ready to leave as strange as it sounds considering I was ready to pack up and call Cyril to come get me just yesterday. It's been a nice change of events since then.

We got food, brought it back here and had many glasses of wine on my end and whiskey on his. Needless to say we're feeling good. Harry is a lot more carefree and less tense when he's a bit drunk. I like seeing him let go a little. He always seems so stressed and tense.

He interrupted me from my thoughts as he walked out of the bathroom and over to the bed.

"C'mon." He smirked, confusing me a bit but I took his hand anyway. "Why?" "I'm getting you naked." His voice spoke in a low tone, already making me wet. "For what reason exactly?"

He walked me into the bathroom where the water was running into the tub. Are we about to take a bath? Together?

"Are we taking a bath?"

He nodded but didn't look at me, instead started taking off his rings, sitting them onto the counter, the only light in here being the little night light bulbs that were already in here on the counter outlets. The bathroom is dim right now and honestly sets the mood even more.

"You take baths?" I teased and he rolled his eyes. "Baths are fucking relaxing. Don't give me shit." "I'm not! Just didn't know you had a bath tub." "It's in the guest bathroom." "Oh, the smoosh room."

His eyebrows knitted together as he shook his head in confusion.

Of course he's never watched Jersey Shore. Speaking of, does he ever watch tv? Don't think i've seen him ever use his tv's.

"The what room?" "Smoosh room. It's from Jersey Shore." "The place?" "The tv show. You're uncultured." "I'm a little busy like all of the fucking time. Don't exactly have time to watch tv." "Well it's a show and they have a smoosh room where they all go to smoosh." "Fucking elaborate a little more." "Sex Harry. It's where they go to have sex."

He pulled his shirt over his head with a chuckle.

"Well in that case, it's not my smoosh room anymore. Or, not at the moment."