All My Love

Chapter 87

**TRIGGER WARNING: Sex**

It's now lunch time and we're downstairs inside from the chilly air. I asked for a BLT with extra crispy bacon and sure enough, they pulled it off. Not one sliver of bacon is undercooked, just how I like it. I watch as Harry cuts off a piece of his garlic grilled chicken and puts it in his mouth.

"Would you like more lemonade?" Alice, the youngest crew member, asks me as she holds the liter of pink lemonade, exactly four lemon slices floating on top.

"Yes please." I smile up at her and wipe the corners of my mouth with a napkin.

"Can I get this filled again but instead of the white wine, give me something stronger please." Harry says, picking up his champagne glass. Alice nods with a soft smile before taking it and walking away. "So tell me how you can come on a yacht, in the middle of the ocean, but you won't go with me to London." Harry says, taking a bite of his side salad and looking at me with curious eyes.

"Because there's a lifeboat, planes don't have some magic plane to hop on if we're ejecting from the sky." I tell him, picking up my drink and taking a sip.

"You're killin' me Bec." Harry leans back into his seat for just a second. "Soon you're going to see me begging on my knees." Harry says, cutting another slice of chicken and bringing it to his mouth. A smirk appears when chewing and I bounce my eyebrows at him as I pick up my sandwich.

"That's a sight I wouldn't mind seeing." I joke and take a bite. Harry rolls his eyes and picks up a glass of water, clearing his throat. Alice sets down a dark liquid and stands there with her hands behind her back. I look at her and then Harry, seeing him smell the liquor before taking a cautious sip. I take another bite when he licks his lips and nods in acceptance of the taste, having Alice leave again. "Can I have a taste?" I find myself asking and his eyes shoot to mine when the glass is to his lips. His tongue licks off the excess liquid and hands it over without hesitation.

"You're not going to like it." Harry tells me, looking down at his food. I hold a scold back and take a sniff just like Harry did. I swallow and bring the glass up to my lips and take a small sip before making a disgusted face, immediately handing the glass back to him. I hurry and pick up my lemonade, downing half the glass to get the bitter, metallic taste out of my mouth as Harry laughs at me. "I told you." Harry tells me, taking a sip and then sets it down.

"What is that?" I ask with a disgusted look painted on my face still.

"I'm not sure." He tells me as a diced piece of potato sits on the inside of his mouth. "Something strong."

"Ya think?" I ask in an unbelievable laugh and pick up a steak french fry. I dip it in the small amount of ketchup and take a bite. "Other than the crappy taste, how does it feel to drink legally?" I ask playfully and he almost scoffs as he finishes his bite.

"You know I barely drink in the first place so it's no different." He smiles at me and I hear the fork scrape against his teeth when he places a slice of chicken in his mouth. I wish I could believe his constant spiel of barely drinking, but, I hold back from commenting on it.

"I hope to get drunk on my twenty-first, I was thinking about going to Vegas." I tell him and take another bite of my BLT. "You can come if you want." I wiggle my eyebrows at him and he places his hand over his heart in a joke.

"Oh good, I was really hoping you'd invite me." Harry sits back in his chair and picks up his mysterious alcoholic beverage and takes a sip. "How cliche of you though, Vegas for your twenty-first." He adds and I hurry to finish a bite before speaking.

"What's wrong with that?" I ask.

"Everyone does that."

"So." I squint at him and he chuckles, picking up his fork again and stabbing a couple red potato bites.