Off The Ice

Chapter 12

Harry fast-forwards through all of the other sex scenes, per my request. Once the movie is finished we stay in our position, absent-mindedly listening to the credits music. I look at the time on the satellite box and do my best not bolt up in my spot like something is wrong even though the clock says that it's 9:30. Instead I ease myself into a sitting position. "I should probably get home, it's getting late." 

"Sutton, you do realize it's only 6:30 right?"

I squint at the numbers and they clear themselves up. "I could've sworn that said 9:30. I knew the math didn't add up."

"Does someone need glasses?" Harry teases.

"Shut up."

"No, really, do you need glasses cause I have an extra pair in the bathroom cupboard. They might be able to help."

"You wear glasses?"

"On occasion. I keep it mainly to contacts." He explains. I crawl over to him and grab his head so I can look at his eyes. There are small, clear rims around each of his irises. 

"I hope you know I'm going to have to call you a nerd from now on whenever I see you in glasses." I joke.

"That will never happen, and if it does, I automatically get to do the same to you." 

"Except for the fact that I don't need glasses. I mis-read one thing, I'm not blind."

"Fine, let's put you to the test. I'll be right back." He stands up and disappears down the hall. I hear a light switch on and a bunch of cabinet doors opening and closing. Half a minute later he comes back to the living room, glasses in hand. "I'm going to hold up three things, and you are going to read them without glasses first, then you'll put on the glasses and read them again and see if they're the same. If  you get all 3 correct, I'll admit it was a fluke. If you miss one, you have to admit you need glasses."

"You're such a child." I roll my eyes. "Hit me with your best shot."

He picks up a newspaper on the end table by him. "Read this headline." He instructs. 

"Easy. 'Chicago Holidays; Dreamy For Tourists.' Next." 

He holds up a book from the coffee table. "Read the title."

"Between the Lines."

He grabs a CD from in between the couch cushions. I don't even bother questioning why it's there. "Who's the artist?"

"The Bangles."

"Now put on the glasses." I do as he says and he holds the newpaper back up.

"Be prepared to admit that I don't-" I stop midsentence as I read the real headline of the paper. "Chicago Hot Dogs; Deadly For Tastebuds." 

"I believe that's one for me." Harry smirks. He holds up the book. "Read."

"Beneath the Lights."

"Last one, although we might as well not even do it because this CD is The Beatles, not The Bangles. You really think I'd listen to that shit?" He tosses the CD case behind him and it lands on the floor. I cringe and he rolls his eyes. "Relax, the disk isn't in there. And you look cute in glasses." He adds with a sly smile. "You're nearsighted, like me. How do those feel on you?"

"They're actually perfect." I say, pushing them farther up my nose bridge. 

"Keep 'em. The ones I use everyday are in my bedroom, I don't use those anymore."

"I'm not taking your glasses. I'll get an eye appointment and get a prescription for contacts."

"Do what you want with your appointment but you're taking them. You look incredibly sexy in my glasses anyway." I blush and look down as I push a lock of my hair behind my ear. "I wonder what other things of mine you would look sexy in." I know he is smirking without even looking at him. "Shall we test it?"