One for the Ages // Book One

Chapter 12

As much as I wanted the next three days to drag by so slowly I would wonder what time it was all day, it was not to be. Which was par for the course when it came to my life. If I wished for something, the opposite usually happened.

So the days breezed by while Harry and I spent them in bed, on the beach or walking around town arm in arm. It was easy being with him. Like I was always meant to be there, I just never knew it until I was.

And every night after he would send me tumbling over the edge towards a bone shaking orgasm, each one more intense than the last, I would erase one more tick in my head. Until it would be the last tick...the last time he would touch me or kiss me or smile at me with that smile that reminded me just how much I was going to walk away from.

He sat across from me at dinner, that trademark smirk on his face that always popped up around this time. I knew what he was thinking. I would be lying if I said I wasn't thinking it myself. That morning had been quite different from usual as Harry didn't wake me up with his face or his cock between my legs. He simply pressed himself into my back and cuddled into me as tightly as he could.

It felt nice to be close to him like that. It was intimate in a different way. He was vulnerable and needed to feel a human connection. I did too. We must have stayed that way until at least noon when we finally rolled ourselves out of bed and took showers. He suggested we go into town and check out more of what the city had to offer.

We ended up watching a street show put on by a bunch of kids. Half of them were dancing while the other half played with makeshift instruments. Harry's smile was blinding while he clapped along with them. I enjoyed watching him, wondering to myself just how many songs were born in his head that day from watching all of this. If only these kids knew how they'd just influenced one of the world's biggest stars.

He squeezed my hand as the party disbanded and everyone scattered off on their own way,

"You want some dinner here? Or we could go back to the resort and do the dining room?"

I shrugged,

"I'm sure we could find something here."

I was right, a few more blocks down we found a cozy little cafe that was open for only a few more hours. The lady at the front door was probably my grandmother's age. The smile on her face when she saw Harry and I could have probably powered the city for three weeks. She showed us to our table, a tiny table set apart from everyone else on a balcony. Mine and Harry's knees knocked underneath it we were sitting so close. Neither of us minded. She scurried off to find us a bottle of wine after handing us our menus.

I quickly found what I wanted and leaned forward on the table. He smiled at me over his menu,

"What's that smile about?"

"What smile?"

He sighed and set his menu down, leaning against the back of his chair as he folded his hands in his lap,

"That smile. That smile that says you have something to say but you aren't saying it."

I shrugged as I picked up my water glass and sipped from it,

"I don't have anything to say."

The old lady returned, speaking Spanish rapidly as if we understood every word. She poured us two glasses of wine, then grabbed Harry's face between her hands and planted a kiss right on his mouth. She slapped her hands against his cheeks gently, asked him a few questions (in Spanish) she didn't wait for the answers to and she scurried off again.

Harry burst out laughing as she walked away, lifting his hand to his cheek where she'd just slapped him,

"Uh...I think she might be bringing us food?"