Chapter thirty-two
We rode the subway from Central Park and the car was practically empty. Vivienne insisted we ride the subway back to Brooklyn. She loves it and secretly so do I. It reminded me of all the time I spent riding the subway writing this album and promoting it. Heck, I’m pretty sure I even filmed a few videos on the subway.
Vivienne takes a bite out of my hot dog while we stand at the ferry docks looking out at the Statue of Liberty. The frozen water sloshes against the cement barriers, softening the sounds of the busy city.
“That’s your third bite.” My voice is low, meant only for her always. There are small crowds coming and going. We weren’t the only ones who ventured out on a slow day where many people opted to stay inside.
She giggles. “I’m so glad you’re counting. When you didn’t count my bagel bites I was worried.”
I side-eye Vivienne. “You’re lucky I share.”
“What would I do without you?”
“Starve,” I scoff. “Do you want the last bite?”
“No. I only wanted three bites, not four.”
“Brat.”
“You love it.”.
She’s right. I do love it. I stuff the last bite into my mouth and finish off my bottle of water. “I’ll be right back.”
Vivienne nods her head and I walk over to the trash. On my way back, I can’t help but stare as she leans against the cement, arms resting on the rail, completely mesmerized. I fall into place behind her, my hands resting on the rails and caging her in. “I remember my first time.”
“I didn’t know we were discussing our first times. Doesn’t it fall into the inappropriate park topics category?” she says with a laugh.
“It does, which is why I meant my first time seeing the Statue of Liberty.” I give her a shameful wink.
She blushes. “This is on you.”
“How is it on me?” I throw up my hands to show my innocence.
Vivienne turns to face me, her smile running so deep it reaches her eyes. “It’s your fault for being too good in bed. My body’s been worshipped in ways I’ve never imagined, and now I can’t get enough of it.”
“I’m going to need you not to talk like that when you’re in such a compromised position. All I have to do is take one step into you and you have no way of escaping my arms.”
She throws her head back laughing before meeting my smoldering gaze. “I don’t want to escape. I’ve been a willing victim this entire time.”
“And just what is it you’re a victim of exactly?”
Vivienne’s eyes sparkle with mischief. “Falling for you.”
“So first you admit I’m your boyfriend, now you’re confessing to falling for me. What’s next?” My voice is husky and raw.
“You tell me. I thought you had the entire day planned.” Flirting with this woman never gets old. I adore her spicy personality, just like I’ve enjoyed the chase.
We spend a few more moments admiring the statue, and then I tug her hand. “How about a stroll through the city. Or are you ready to head back?”
“If we go back to Brooklyn, what are we going to do?” She shrugs casually.
“You know exactly what we’re going to do.”
“That’s my vote, but I want hot cocoa for the subway ride…please.” She bats her lashes at me.
“I suppose we can find some hot chocolate on our way.” I reach for her hand and she takes mine.
Together, we stroll down the street in search of a bodega. It doesn’t take long to find one, and once my girl is happily sipping her hot chocolate, we’re on our way to the subway entrance. About half a block down the street, I surprise Vivienne, pressing her against the stone exterior of a random building. “I believe you owe me a kiss.”
