The Bad Boy

Chapter 155

Stephanie's P.O.V.

"Are you ready to get dessert?" Harry asks as he returns from throwing away our trash.

I look up from my phone. Not a word from Miles.

"Yes! I'm so excited to try that!" I laugh as we walk back up to the truck, who's line has shortened during the post dinner, pre-drinking party, stage of silence.

Harry orders the dessert and then pays for it, again, much to my protest.

"HO-LEE-SHIT!" I groan as I swallow the first bight of the strawberry goodness.

"Good?" Harry laughs.

"AMAZING!" I yelp, cramming in another bight.

Harry chuckles to himself as we start walking down a sidewalk going through the middle of the park.

"You have to try this." I say, scooping some whip cream onto the spoon and then slinging it onto the tip of his nose.

He makes a little surprised noise and proceeds to wipe it off his face and swipe it onto mine. I crinkle my nose and swipe it back off mine and onto the ground.

"That was mean." He fake pouts.

"Here, actually try it this time." I say, scooping a strawberry and some of the sweet cream onto my spoon and holding it up to him.

He reaches out to take the spoon from me but I swerve his hand and head to his mouth. He opens, surprised. I have to prevent myself from staring as his lips slide over the spoon.

"Wow, that is really good." Harry nods, grinning to himself.

"What're you grinning about?" I ask, taking another bight. His grin gets bigger.

"It's nothing." He shakes his head, hair flopping everywhere.

"Okay, if we're going to make this work and not make it uncomfortably awkward, you're going to have to start trying to not keep little, unimportant things from me like it was before." I snap.

"Okay, I'm trying, I promise." He looks at me, then looks away, blushing. "I was just thinking that you just ate off of a spoon that I ate off of."

I can't help but laugh. "Why is that such a big deal?"

"It's like kissing..." He shifts uncomfortably.

"Oh my gosh." I laugh. "You sound like the 5th grade you."

"Trust me, the fifth grade me wasn't concerned with kissing anyone." He says darkly. If it was anyone else I could laugh, but knowing Harry's past he was thinking about something a little more than kissing.

I try to lighten the mood back up, still cramming in more of this delicious strawberry dessert. "So tell me about this so called 'carousel'."

"I just read about it online. You'll love it, trust me." Harry replies.

We walk until we reach battery park, the setting sun far behind us. We walk through a group of trees and emerge in a clearing. There, in the middle of all of the trees is an oddly shaped, circular building with glass walls and a second half circle spiraling from the first, also enclosed in glass. Moving rapidly inside the dark, glass enclosed area are many different colored fish, with their middles cut out and people sitting on a seat placed there. They're all glowing in cool tones of blue, green, purple, and pink. They whirl by the windows as I stop and stare.

"Are we...going to ride that?" I ask, awestruck.

"Yeah. I knew you'd love it." He smiles broadly, proud of himself.

"It's so pretty!" I sigh.

"Do you want to get in line, or just stand here and watch?" Harry laughs.

"Let's go!" I grab his hand and yank him towards a door.

As I'm dragging him towards the door, I realize that we're holding hands. And I grabbed his hand first. On purpose.