No Way Out [Book 3]

Chapter 45 - Twenty-One Questions

***Bea's POV

"How was your dinner?" Harry asks, setting his empty gelatin cup on the tray and I shrug a shoulder.

"I pretended it was a chicken sandwich and chocolate gelato, so it was delicious."

"Ah, that's clever," he praises and I nod with a proud smile. "Are you finished with your gelatin, oh wait, I mean gelato?"

"Mhm," I hum, handing him the empty container and spoon and I swallow the disgusting bite. "Thank you, and can you hand me my cup of ice, please?"

"Of course. Here you go, Love."

"Thanks," I scoop out an ice chip and pop it in my mouth, handing him the cup back. "Now, I want you to take your sweet, handsome self to the cafeteria and get some real dinner."

"But I just had dinner with you."

"Harry, that was broth and gelatin, not dinner," I correct him and he rolls his eyes. "I'm serious. You need to eat a real meal."

"I'm fine," he insists and I raise my eyebrows. "Alright, I didn't want to tell you this, but I got something to eat while you were spending time with Ferris and your mum earlier today."

"Oh, you did? Mm, whadyou get? No, don't tell me. Ugh, just promise that you ate something good?"

"I promise, Love."

"Okay," I sigh, relaxing into the bed and he rolls the tray table away from us. "Wanna watch some T.V.?" I ask and his lackluster response answers my question. "What time is it?"

"It's a quarter past seven, so in other words, it's too late for a nap."

"You know me so well," I smile and hold out my hand for his.

"I've known you since you were seventeen, so yeah, I know you pretty well," he proudly says, lacing our fingers together. "Even though I practically know everything about you, I could spend the rest of my life learning more and I'd never get bored."

"Ohmygod, that's so sweet. Hey, speaking of being seventeen, do you remember when we played Twenty Questions to get to know each other when we first started dating?" I ask with a fond smile and he gives me a confused look. "Remember? We went after school to our spot in your truck and we had like a picnic thing with some snacks you bought and I was just getting over a cold."

"Oh yeah," he says in realization, "and it was all I could do not to pounce on you, you in that damn skirt and strappy heel things. I'm pretty sure you wore those on purpose just to drive me mad."

"Yeah, I kinda did," I admit, failing miserably at controlling my smile.

"I figured," he chuckles. "Hell, I almost suggested we make it Twenty-One Questions just so I could have more time with you."

Harry smirks and just as quickly as the sly smile appeared, it fades into a yawn. I watch the furrow in his brow form as he exhales while rubbing his eyes in the most endearing way.

He looks exhausted. Well, if you didn't ask him to stay at the hospital with you, he wouldn't be so drained. Way to go, Bea. God, you're so selfish. Wait! I have an idea.

"Harry," I quietly say and he hums in answer, opening his eyes to mine, "maybe you should go home tonight. No, wait, hear me out. It's not because I want you to go, but it's so you can get some actual rest. That recliner can't be comfortable."

"I'll have you know that despite the rips in the stunning teal faux leather and the sound of loose metal squeaking every time you move in it, it's quite comfortable." His attempt to ease my guilt makes me smile and my emotions take over. "Oh Love, please don't cry. What's the matter?"