Page 54 of Give Me Forever Love

“That’s the one,” he replies.

“You brought me to New Amsterdam? Holy shit.” I unbuckle my seatbelt and stand up, looking out the other side of the plane.

I hear Bryce laugh.

“This is insane,” I say. “When you said trip, I mean…I knew we were going out of the country, but I never thought here.”

“You’re not disappointed, are you?” he asks, looking slightly worried.

“Bryce, do I look disappointed to you? It’s on my bucket list.”

“Really?” he asks, now looking smug. “So, I checked a thing off your list?”

“Yeah. Don’t get a big head about it.”

He grabs me and brings me closer to him. “I wanna check everything off your list.”

I lift a brow. “That’s pretty time-consuming.”

“All we got is time, K. I’m up for the challenge.”

“How did I end up with you?”

“I’m the lucky one, baby. Trust me.” He kisses my lips and grabs my ass just as the flight attendant walks in.

“Are you ready to exit?” she asks.

Bryce looks up at her, clearly not caring she walked in on him grabbing a hand full of my ass cheek.

“Yep,” he says. “Let’s get off this thing.”

Chapter Eighteen

Kathrine

We head down the highway in a black Town Car that neither of us drives. We sit in the back, holding hands as I look out the window with wide eyes. There’s really nothing to see yet, but I don’t want to miss it if there is. Bryce seems amused by me, but then he did tell me I was funny when we first started hanging out.

I guess he still thinks that.

I hold on to his hand a little tighter, a silent thank you for taking me on this amazing journey, and I feel his thumb brush over mine. In a little over ten minutes we come to a roundabout and take the third exit. Moments later, we’re passing over a bridge, and I see a yacht in the canal. The sun glistens over the water like glitter. People ride bikes and we pass by some roses graffitied onto a brick wall.

Bryce’s phone starts ringing, and he slides it out of his front pocket. “It’s Jace,” he says to me. “’Bout fucking time. Hello?” he answers after he slides his thumb across the screen.

“Put him on speaker,” I say.

Bryce rolls his eyes, but does as I ask. I thump him for the eye roll. “Hey, Jace,” I say.

“Harrison. Where the hell has my brother taken you? I saw you just landed in New Amsterdam on your page.”

“Yep. I checked in at the airport,” I say with a huge smile in my voice.

“Sweet, you better smoke one for me,” he says.

“Smoke one?”

“Yeah. Get Bryce to take you to a coffeeshop.”

“Coffeeshop as in a place to buy coffee?”

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