Who'd You Rather? (H.S.) [ONGOING]

Part Eleven

Tegan couldn't help but relish in the fact that her clothing was now discarded in three places at Harry's house – her shoes by the couch, her dress out by the pool and now her bra and panties hanging off the side of his bathtub. And that didn't even include her purse, which sat on the small table in the foyer.

She bit at her lip as they made their way down to the main level, thinking about how badly she'd like to leave the clothes she was wearing somewhere too. But that was for another time. She'd already made it very clear she wasn't ready for anything to happen that evening and she needed to stick to it, even though her libido was telling her otherwise.

Harry grabbed the empty champagne flutes from the coffee table and brought them into the kitchen. Tegan followed him in just as he was grabbing the bottle of Chardonnay out of the wine fridge.

"Uh?" He questioned, gesturing at the bottle, asking her without words if she wanted some.

"Now, how much did that one cost?" She asked, pursing her lips at him playfully.

"If I tell you, you have to promise you'll drink it with me," he told her. She stared at him, contemplating it.

"Fine," she huffed, smiling over at him.

"Eight-hundred," he told her.

"Holy shit," she gasped, letting out a laugh.

"Three thousand dollars! We're about to drink three thousand dollars-worth of wine tonight?" She emphasized.

"I guess," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

"That's what I pay in rent each month!" She blurted and he chuckled, watching her have a mental breakdown.

"Oh my god, Harry," she sighed, her mind spinning.

"You promised you'd drink it with me," he said with a nonchalant shrug as he pulled off the wrapping and grabbed the corkscrew from the drawer.

"Wow," she murmured, trying to shake off the residual effects of that kind of information. It was like she was just shoving hundred dollar bills down her throat.

After uncorking the wine, Harry pulled out two clean wine glasses from the cabinet and poured them each a glass.

"Back to the fancy glasses," she quipped, taking the one he handed her.

"Mm," he hummed, bringing his to his lips and taking a sip as he watched her. She did the same a moment later.

It was sweet and fruity and probably her favorite of all three they had that night.

"Mm," she hummed, watching as Harry swirled the wine around in the glass before sniffing it.

"Is that another one of your Sommelier techniques?" She asked, swirling her wine too.

"It is," he said, smirking widely at her.

"You'll have to teach me all of these," she told him with a smile and he bounced his eyebrows at her.

"You're so sophisticated," she cooed, taking another sip and he let out a laugh.

"Not as much as you think," he chuckled, grabbing the bottle in his free hand as he walked toward the living room again.

Tegan followed him out and then down the stairs to the media room.

"Could you get the light?" Harry asked, letting her bypass him and she quickly did as he asked, the dim lights slowly rising like a real movie theatre.

"So fancy," she cooed, walking into the room, sitting down on the same couch she did before, taking another sip of the wine.

"This carpet is so... mm," she hummed, rubbing her feet on its gray velvety-ness as Harry sat down next to her, putting the bottle of wine on the table next to him before drinking out of his own glass.