Things We Don't Normally Do

FORTY TWO

"Why? So you could make me moan while I put you in my mouth?" Alex asked the question as if it was so normal and not at all sexually charged.

Harry had to look at her for a second to see if he was just hearing things or if she actually didn't realize what she just said. A small smile showing through her now-empty glass is what gave her away.

"That's peak." He complained.

"What do you mean?" Alex was both not familiar with the slang and still acting completely innocent.

Harry just shook his head at this. He looked down as he poured both of them another glass of wine each, struggling to conceal the smile on his face.

After they've finished their food, they had wordlessly agreed to finish the bottle of wine. Alex still couldn't believe she could tolerate this wine. Stella has tried to get her on board with having wine nights since before she moved to Canada, and she could never get past the first couple of unbearable sips.

"Fuck, I forgot dessert." Harry groaned. They were in the kitchen, tidying up, when Harry's head snapped up.

"I prefer you over dessert anyway." Alex said, laughing halfway through, knowing full and well how cheesy the statement was.

"Oh dear." Harry laughed, "That was a horrendous line. I expected more from you, I'm not gonna lie."

"Fuck you then. I'm gonna pee." she flipped him off, chugging the rest of her wine before heading to his room.

Harry had been on his phone, aimlessly scrolling through a lot of nonsense on Twitter. He had been waiting for Alex to come back out to the kitchen, giving her some privacy, but it had been well over 15 minutes and there still wasn't any sign of her. He hesitated, not sure if it would be annoying of him to follow and check on her.

He gave it another few minutes before heading up. It was an odd feeling knocking at his own bedroom door, opening it when he didn't hear any response. He could hear water from the bathroom, but it didn't sound like the tap.

"You alright?" he called out, hesitating to knock on the bathroom door.

"I think wine makes me feel more drunk than tequila." was Alex's response from behind the door, her voice mostly drowned out by the sound of running water.

"But you're good?" He asked, feeling like a pervert as he spied that the door wasn't closed all the way. He turned around and leaned against the wall next to the door, "Alex?"

"Come here." she said after a pause, "I can't hear you."

"Sorry?" he cleared his throat. He heard her right but he wanted to be extra sure anyway.

He heard the water turn off with a soft squeak, "I can't hear you with the water. Come in!"

Pushing the door open, he could feel the heat rising up to his ears, a sheepish grin forming on his face as he finds Alex sitting in the tub with her underwear on—
with the fogged up door to the tub completely ajar.

"Fucks sake, what are you doing?" Harry laughed both at finding her in the tub partially dressed and also because he felt a bit awkward looking at her being only partially dressed.

She looked up, laughed and admitted, "I don't know. I think I've got myself more drunk than I thought."

He shook his head, smiling, "Should I leave you to it then?"

"No, it's lonely drunk-bathing alone." she pouted.

"Is that an invitation to climb in then?" Harry joked, pretending to excitedly pull his shirt off.