Page 84 of Waiting for Acceptance
“How long have you been up?” I ask, moving to pick up the Frank Sinatra vinyl.
“Not too long, just wanted to get up before you to make some coffee.” He shrugs, grabbing his mug from the piano and taking a sip as he stands next to me.
“Do you really like your gifts? You won’t hurt my feelings if you say no. I know this is all…new.” Ok, I would be alittlehurt if he said he didn’t like the Sinatra vinyl, I actually thought really hard about that one.
“I love them. Seriously. You know I’d tell you if I didn’t.” I look up and see the old version of Fitz I got so used to back in Nashville and my eyes roll again. He sets his coffee mug back down and pulls the vinyl out of my hand, putting it on the record player before he comes back with his hand outstretched.
“Dance with me, Trouble.” I give him a sassy look, then slowly place my hand in his. I let out a gasp, followed by a giggle when he pulls me quickly into his arms. Holding one of my hands out to the side, his other rests on my lower back. He spins me around his living room, singing in a not-so-terrible voice, “Fly Me To The Moon” by Frank Sinatra. He boops my nose and winks at me, singing some of the lyrics with a surprisingly smooth voice. Making it hard to focus on anything other than the way he so confidently leads me around the room. My cheeks are practically cramping from smiling so hard when the song comes to an end and he dips me.
“Not bad. Maybe I should have let you take me dancing that night after all.” I smirk at him and he raises a brow at me.
“We may not have made it to where we are now, had we only gone dancing, though.”
I frown, confused. “What do you mean?”
“Now I can dance with you in the living roomandthe bedroom.” He bends down, throwing me over his shoulder. When my shirt slides up, it reveals that I have nothing underneath it.
He slaps my ass and then— “Ow!” I squeal when he bites my ass.
“Sorry, Sweetheart, but you look absolutely ravishable.”
“It’s ravishing,” I correct him, just before I get thrown onto the bed.
He smirks at me. “Not this time, baby.”
“Shake a leg, baby. So much New York to see, so little time,” Fitz calls from the door as I finish tying my shoes.
“Don’t rush me! It stresses me out.”
“Well, I have plans to de-stress you later, but only if we make it out of the apartment on time.” My stomach flutters and I stand, throwing my fanny pack over my shoulder.
“Ok, boss. I’m ready to go.”
He looks me up and down and laughs. “You look like a tourist.”
I glare at him. “Then allow me to look for a new tour guide.” I walk past him, placing my hand on the doorknob and turning it before he slams his hand on the door to keep it shut.
“Don’t be a brat,” he warns.
I look up and challenge him. “Or what?”
“I’ll keep you locked up here all day.”
I slide my hand up his T-shirt, running my fingertips along his abs before teasing the waistband of his boxers. “Mm. Don’t tempt me with a good time.” His hand slides off the door, heading straight for my neck, when I pull it open. “Is Rockefeller Center on the list? I’ve been dying to see it in person.”
He growls in response. “You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?” I wink and blow him a kiss as he follows me out the door.
When Fitz said he had a whole day planned for us, I had no idea just how well he had planned it. We took more photos than I care to admit in Times Square. He surprised me with a picnic lunch in Central Park. We even went to the MET and the Statue of Liberty, before ending our day of touring at Rockefeller Center.
“Huh.” I stand back and look at the busy streets, hearing Fitz laugh from beside me.
“It’s a lot more magical when the tree is lit for Christmas.”
I turn to face him, crossing my arms over my chest. “Yeah, I think that’s the image I had in mind when wanting to come here.”
“Then I’ll have to bring you back for Christmas. Start shining your skates now.” He wraps his arm around my shoulders, planting a kiss on the tip of my nose. “Okay. You see enough of New York yet?” he asks, and I exhale so hard I feel my whole body sag.
“Yes. I am exhausted.” The smile on his face makes me curious.
