Page 87 of A Very Friendly Valentine's Day
We cross the street, almost slipping, holding each other up. We are stumbling through Manhattan, hand-in-hand, laughing through chattering teeth. It’s kind of surreal. I have this vision, of looking down at us from up above, like we’re in a movie. Or maybe I’m slowly freezing to death and having an out-of-body experience.
Either way, we look happy.
When we’re across the street from a Sephora, I look up at the Empire State Building, which is just a block away.
“Wow.”
The top of the building is all lit up with red lights, and it takes my breath away.
And it also takes my balance away.
I start to fall forward, and with his Superman reflexes, Eddie senses it, immediately turning to catch me. But he falls backwards into the snow and I land on top of him. It all happens in slow motion, as these things often do. The snow and thick coats cushion our fall, and we both laugh while asking if the other is okay.
His baseball cap falls to the ground, along with our bags, and his arms slip around my waist, trying to hold me in place. I can’t stop laughing, and I’m just kind of bouncing and sliding around on top of him.
Well, Ididwant to roll around on him like a baby seal… “I just had another orgasm. Does what we’re doing count as sex?”
“I’m not exactly proud of my performance, but sure. Let’s say it was sex and get a fucking cab.”
“This is some hot, hot, snowy street sex if you ask me.”
“Legendary.”
I try to stabilize myself so I can plant a kiss on his lips and then roll off him and help him up. We dust snow off ourselves and each other. There’s no one else around to either ignore us or ask us if we’re okay, so we just pick everything up and then trudge up to Sixth Avenue to get a cab to the hotel.
As soon as we’re in the hotel elevator alone together, I am so eager to get naked, I frantically start trying to unzip my coat, but the zipper’s stuck. I attempt to pull it off over my head and get lost in the dark puffiness of it, and now strands of my hair are hair stuck in the zipper. So that’s wonderful.
I can hear Eddie laughing, which is not cool.
I’ve managed to remove my arms from the sleeves, so I twist around, trying to slap him with them. Within seconds, he has pulled the coat up over my head, but I warn him that my hair is caught now.
The elevator dings, the doors slide open, and Eddie carries all of the bags, while laughing, and I hold my puffy coat up over my head like the world’s worst headdress. “Are you turned on right now?”
“More than words can say.” He has to stop walking so he can laugh even harder.
Ten minutes later, we’re in the room, at the edge of the king-size bed, and he has gently freed my frizzy locks from their captor. As soon as he has, I push him down, climb on top of him, and try to unzip his coat, but the stupid zipper gets stuck on his sweater.
“What the fuck, coat?!”
Eddie is laughing harder than ever now, the silent kind that’s giving his abs a workout, and he is completely useless to me as I try to wrestle his coat and sweater up off over his head.
By the time the whole ordeal is over, I actuallyamcovered in flop sweat and so exhausted I don’t even remember how sex works. Something goes in something, there’s movement involved, and that just sounds like more trouble than it’s worth.
I toss our coats to the floor, grab two pillows for us and stretch out beside him, sighing. “Short nap then sex?”
He grunts quietly, but his eyes are already closed.
We’re together, and that’s all that matters.
We wordlessly settle into a spooning position. He nuzzles the back of my neck. I swear I have another little orgasm before drifting off to sleep.
