Harmony (H.S.)

Chapter 12 | Late Night Tomato

4 February 2020

*Harmony James*

"So Rachel wanted the apartment to have kinky sex?" Harry says laughing as he starts the car to start the journey home.

"Oh, God! I don't even want to think about it! I know she's going to try to tell me everything in detail later, but whenever she does I try to hang up so I don't hear!", I laugh and blush.

"Rachel vibe that as a person! How about you?", he asks.

"What about me?", I reply confused,

"What kind of person are you?" he asks again.

I blush like a tomato and start stuttering as I say "I don't know if this conversation is very appropriate."

Harry starts laughing uncontrollably and it's only when he calms down that he can say, "Harmony I wasn't asking you about your preferences in sex, I was just trying to find out if you're a person who does things and then tells your friends in detail, like Rachel".

Impossibly my face reddens even more, and I say almost in a whisper "I'd rather keep it to myself."

"You also give me the vibe of being that kind of person", he laughs and turns up the radio, spending the rest of the trip humming the songs.

I don't understand why I react like that when he talks to me... Ok, it's true that I don't like to go around talking about the details of my sex life. Although lately, it seems like a desert, my own experience and knowledge on this topic is something I'm proud of, but Harry makes me feel like a 10 year old girl who's heard the word sex for the first time.

When we get to his house, I'm just as amazed by the outside as I was the first time I was there, it's such a beautiful and luxurious but, at the same time, homey place. He parks the car, and we head inside.

"What do you want to eat? I'm starving and you must be as hungry as me," Harry asks as we enter the kitchen.

"I don't know what I want, I just know I want to eat!", I laugh.

"How about I cook something quick?" he suggests.

"Do you know how to cook?", I ask with a teasing smile.

"Miss James, I don't know what you think of me, but I'm an excellent cook! It's decided! I'm going to make dinner and I'm going to prove how talented I am!", he replies jokingly and I roll my eyes pretending not to believe him.

He opens the fridge and starts pulling out random things that I don't even know what they are. He puts on an apron and I can't resist taking a picture without him noticing to save this moment and show Sarah later.

"Do you like tomatoes?", he asks interrupting my thoughts.

"Yes, yes! I love it!", I answer honestly.

"Ahahahah it makes perfect sense that you like it so much", he comments and I get confused and ask, "Why?"

"So, your face is often the same color", he laughs, and I can't even get upset with the comment with the cuteness of the laugh, but unfortunately my face decides to give him reason and becomes red with the embarrassment.

"See? Look at you now! I was right!", he continues to laugh, and I groan covering my face with my hands.

"Stop making fun of me! I can't control it!", I say still with my face covered.

"What do you think about me opening a bottle of that white wine you liked the other time as a way of apologizing?", he says and I immediately uncover my face, smile, and nod.