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“Did you know there’s a replica of this in the UK?” I asked.
“No, I hadn’t heard about that, only this one. Come on, it’s nearly time for our slot, I booked us summit tickets, you’re not afraid of heights, are you?”
“Me afraid? Do I look like a girl that’s afraid of much?”
“You were afraid of loving me,” he replied, and gave me a soft smile.
“Ah, you’re as soft as shite, now that I’ve gotten to know you.”
“My heart may be soft, but…”
I laughed. “Oh, God, Jamie, you sound like a five-year-old that’s just discovered his willie.”
“His huge willie,” he corrected without a hint of shame. Squeezing my hand, he then tugged me in for a kiss. It was deep and wet and dirty, his tongue plunging into the back of my mouth over and over until he pushed me away with a ragged breath.
“I regret to inform you my huge willie is now even bigger. Come on, before we get moved on or arrested. I want to show my girl the stars from a spot that’s nearer to Heaven.”
Chapter 5
Entering the lift car to the summit, I didn’t know how I’d feel about being so high from the ground without a parachute. Then again, on the plane to New York they hadn’t offered one either, just a life jacket.
As the lift began its ascent, my view was only of the back of peoples’ heads in the cramped lift car, and when I looked above those, all I saw was a tangle of bolted steel girders, staircases with railings, and intermittent glimpses of a few people walking up and down the stairs.
First stop on our journey up was at the restaurant level where people alighted and joined for the rest of the ride. And after this, there was more space and a little more view. When the doors closed in, the glass lift car continued upward, stopping at the second floor viewing area. It surprised me when we all had to get out on that level.
Following a few others, Jamie took me to a staircase which led to the upper second floor viewing area. As we stood out in the open, the biting wind whistled past us in the dark as the city glittered for miles toward the horizon.
We wandered around hand in hand from one side to the next, taking in the famous landmarks of Paris I had only read of in books.
“Isn’t this magnificent?” Jamie asked, pulling his scarf down quickly and kissing my nose.
“Beautiful,” I agreed, suddenly feeling a little queasy after I’d made the mistake of looking down toward the ground.
I thought Jamie mistook my bout of nausea as me being bored, and he yanked me by my hand toward a constant small queue we had passed a time or two before.
“Where are we going?” I asked, hoping we were going down.
“To the summit, baby,” he replied, looking surprised, like I’d forgotten, he’d told me that before.
After a short time in the queue, it was our turn in the lift car, and unlike the first ascent there appeared to be much less of the girders and much more of a view.
“Okay, I lied, I’m not sure about the height. This isn’t the same as staring out of a plane at the fluffy clouds beneath me,” I said, clinging to Jamie’s side as the elevator whisked us up to the summit viewing point. He laughed at my comment and when he fell silent, I snuck a peek out at the disappearing city beneath us and saw him videoing our climb.
He chuckled when he tried to prize me away from his body, and I clung to him tighter. “Don’t let me go,” I squeaked like a child being left in kindergarten for the first time by her mother.
“Daisy,” Jamie admonished through a chuckle. “where did my feisty kick ass girl go?”
“You left her on the fecking street staring up at this heap of twisted metal.”
“This is a work of art,” he chided, like I was a heathen to describe such an incredible feat of engineering and architecture with such distaste.
“I know,” I admitted, “when we were standing in front of it, it felt romantic, and it was everything I knew it would be, but up here…” I trailed off, sounding completely irrational.
“Listen,” he said, almost dragging me out of the lift when it had stopped. I glanced around me and felt relieved to see quite a spacious closed platform with windows about thirty feet away. I had no view from where I stood, and my sanity returned.
I looked up to hear what Jamie had to say and only his concerned eyes were visible, the scarf still secure around his mouth and nose. “The secret is to look straight ahead, not down. It gives a better sense of perspective if you’re feeling a bit wobbly on your feet,” he advised, leading me toward another flight of stairs to the final viewing platform.
I inhaled a deep breath and steadied my racing heart. When he looked at me again stopped walking and pulled me into him.
