Page 43 of David's Chase

It’s cold, but his body is warm, and despite the moisture hanging in the air, the fire in our bodies only grows.

“It was great,” I say, beaming with joy.

His eyes brighten, his hand coming to my cheek.

I love it when he splays his fingers over my cheek and slowly brushes it with his thumb.

His eyes don’t leave mine as if the rest of the story is buried between our lashes.

One of the most important things that happened this week was that I didn’t freak out.

My past experiences taught me that there was a lot of guessing with men.They’d never been consistent.

Sometimes, they called me up without a reason. Other times, they faded away like smoke in the wind.

This week was different, though. We talked about my trip to New York, and that was it.

I didn’t need reassurance, and he didn’t make me feel insecure. I might get used to this, and if that’s the case, so be it.

For now, I plan to enjoy it fully.

He seems mystified with me as he holds me in his arms and looks into my soul.

Nothing else seems to matter. Not that we are in a public space. And not the strangers passing us by.

He lowers his mouth to me again, and we kiss for real this time, like two people needing each other, if only for a few days.

The kiss comes with inebriating familiarity and effervescence as if we’ve longed for it the entire week.

He smells like smoky, earthy cologne mixed with intoxicating fall while my hair reeks of wet wildflowers.

He almost doesn’t want to break away from me as we become two lovers under an umbrella, oblivious to the outside world.

My blood moves quicker, and his body oozes heat when we break the kiss.

“Let’s go,” he says. “The pilot is waiting for us.”

With that, he takes my hand and walks me into the hotel, no longer caring whether someone checks us out or not.

To be fair, not many people who know me hang out in places like this. And if someone knows him, this might not look that unusual to them.

We stride past the reception desk and head directly to the elevator.

“There’s a helipad on top of the building,” he says, and suddenly everything makes sense.

LIZ

This isby far the best day of my life.

I’ve never seen something so beautiful, breathtaking, and out of this world.

I fight my nerves while climbing the stairs and claiming my seat in the helicopter, and once we take off, my entire world morphs into pure magic.

Wide–eyed, I stare at the city below.

I’ve seen this in movies.Skyscrapers, flickering lights, streets busting with life at night.

But living it is next level awesome.

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