As much as my dick is begging me to sit her on top of the smooth wood surface, neither she nor I need the attention that would bring. Pulling away slightly, she lets out a small, disapproving gasp and locks her eyes on mine.
“Want to get out of here?” I ask, heart beating rapidly from our kiss.
“Please,” she says, nodding. Her face is flushed, and her chest rises and falls as she attempts to catch her breath. I quickly take care of the tab, and we gather our belongings. Grabbing her hand, I lead her out of the bar and into the snow, not knowing if anything will come of this beyond tonight, but sure that whatever happens it will be worth it.
Chapter 11: Answer It
Claire
Making out with random men in bars isn’t like me, but it’s Everett, and tonight I don’t really feel like making all the right decisions when I could make the wrong ones.
The frosty air stings my cheeks and causes a shiver to run through me as we stumble out of Fritz’s. The streetlights illuminate the falling snow. The traffic is unusually light for this time of night, but with the weather, I can’t imagine many people wanting to be out and about.
“Fuck, it’s cold,” I say, letting go of his hand. I pull my hat over my ears and fold my arms across my chest, trying to hold in some of my body heat.
“Here,” he says, wrapping his jacket around my shoulders. The heavy fabric of his coat engulfs me, immediately helping me to feel a little warmer.
“You don’t want it?” I ask. “It’s freezing out here.”
He loosely wraps his scarf around his neck and tucks his hands into the pocket of his hoodie. “I’ll be okay.”
“So, where are we going?” I ask, desperate to get somewhere quickly so I can taste his kiss again and feel his hands on my body.
“My place is in the West Village, so it’s a bit of a walk, but we could take a cab.”
“I’m just six blocks this way.” I gesture down the street.
He nods, and we begin to walk toward my apartment. The snow falls heavily, and he pulls me close. The night air is filled with thenoises of the city. Glancing up, I find him looking at me, and tension ripples between us.
Grabbing my hand, he spins me out and then into his chest. His large hands find my face, and his mouth collides with mine. The kiss is urgent and needy, and I melt into him on the side of this snowy street as if no one can see us. A loud bang in the distance causes me to step back.
“Was that thunder?” I ask, peering up at the night sky and attempting to catch my breath.
“It sounded like it. Come on.” Taking my hand, he begins to run down the sidewalk, dragging me behind him.
“Since when are you this spontaneous,” I yell through a burst of laughter.
He pauses again, pulling me into him. His hands move through my hair and down my back as he kisses me once more.
“I told you people can change.” An icy breeze blows through us, and we both take off again. Hand in hand, he pulls me along through the snow.
The Everett I used to know would’ve never run down the streets of New York in the middle of a snow storm with me. He was always so serious, so focused on his image. On his career.
“You’re insane,” I yell, continuing to weave down the street, barely missing a couple walking in the opposite direction.
“It’s cold as shit,” he hollers back. “But, I have an idea of how we can get warm.”
“Ev, my shoes. They aren’t made to run in the snow.”
Without hesitation, he swings around and picks me up, cradling me in a bridal hold.
“Put me down!” I yell. “We’re almost there.”
“Good,” he says, continuing to hold me in his arms as he moves across the blanket of white covering the path to the brownstone I call home.
“I can walk,” I argue. “Your shoulder is hurt. You shouldn’t be carrying me.”
He stops moving and looks down. “Your shoes were slowing us down, and I’m desperate to make you feel good.”
