Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see. That’s what his father always tells him with that smile of his, the one that says, I’ll tell you that much, but the rest will cost you. Harry never knew what he meant, but he gets it now that he’s sitting in the dim bar of another hotel he won’t sleep in, the ice melting in his £18 gin and tonic. He doesn’t even like gin and tonic, but it’s all part of the game. And it is a game. It has to be, because if it isn’t that means he doesn’t enjoy it and he does.
"This might sound strange, but..." he took a deep breath before continuing. "I dreamed of you."
That was interesting.
"You did?"
"Yes, it was very... intense."
"Tell me about it," I said to him. "If you want to. I mean, you don't have to."
He had dreamed of me. Does that mean I left just as much of an impression on him as he did on me? I was so curious now and hoped he would share his dream with me.
"Uhm... I was so... it felt so real," he said and the hairs in the back of my neck stood up and a shiver ran down my spine.
Warnings:
Some explicit language
Sexual Scenes