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She giggled, her laughter filling the cabin. “You certainly did.”
We continued our tender exploration, our kisses growing more passionate with each passing second. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of us, lost in our own bubble of intimacy.
At some point, we ended up sprawled across the couch, with Paisley on top. Her hands caressed my chest, her fingers playing with the buttons of my shirt. “Maybe we should take this off,” she suggested, her voice husky.
I nodded in agreement, my mind hazy with desire. “Only if you return the favor,” I replied, tugging at the hem of her top.
She smirked, slowly peeling off my shirt and tossing it aside. “Your move,” she challenged, her eyes dark with lust.
I groaned, pulling her close and capturing her lips once more. My hands slid up her sides, fingertips teasing the soft skin beneath her shirt. With one swift movement, I had it off, revealing the lace bra underneath.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered, my eyes raking over her exposed skin.
She blushed, leaning in to kiss me. “So are you.”
We continued our steamy makeout session, lost in each other. Every touch, every caress, sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. It was a heady mix of lust and love, a dance of passion that left us both breathless.
But as the plane began its descent, reality came crashing back. We reluctantly pulled apart, straightening our clothes and trying to tame our wild hair. “We should probably, you know, look presentable when we land,” Paisley mused, a hint of regret in her voice.
I nodded, my heart still racing from our passionate encounter. “Yeah, probably.”
She gave me a sly grin, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. “But once we’re in New York, all bets are off.”
I chuckled, pulling her close. “Can’t wait.”
As we touched down, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the journey we were on – both literally and figuratively. With Paisley by my side, I knew we were headed for something special. And I couldn’t wait to see where it took us.
31
PAISLEY
“Ican't believe we're back,” I whispered, staring out at the city skyline, the silhouette of familiar buildings looming against the twilight. The last time I was here, the city had a different meaning, a different weight.
Austin squeezed my hand gently. “It's all going to be okay, you know. We're here together.”
I smiled faintly at him. But as we drove through the streets, memories swarmed around me, making my stomach churn with a mix of nostalgia and apprehension. The city, with its towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, had always been my refuge. Now, it felt like stepping into a past life.
“See that bakery there?” I pointed towards a little shop, its windows fogging up from the warmth inside. “I used to go there every Sunday with my mom. They made the most divine raspberry tarts.”
Austin looked over, smiling. “Maybe we can grab one later?”
“Maybe,” I murmured. But the truth was, it wasn’t just about the tarts. It was about the Sundays spent with my mom, chatting about nothing and everything, sharing those sweet moments that seemed so trivial back then.
The car took a turn, and I caught a glimpse of Central Park, the trees now barren, a stark contrast to the green haven I remembered from summers past. Memories of lazy picnics with friends, laughter echoing through the air, and stolen kisses behind large oak trees flashed before my eyes.
I chuckled, lost in my thoughts. “You know, I had my first kiss in that park. It was awkward and sloppy, and I thought it was the most romantic thing ever.”
Austin raised an eyebrow playfully. “Should I be jealous?”
“Trust me, you have nothing to be jealous of,” I assured him, leaning in to give him a quick peck.
As we drove on, each building, each street brought with it a flood of memories. The theater where I watched my first Broadway show, eyes wide with wonder. The café where I’d meet my college friends, chatting over endless cups of coffee. The bookstore where I’d lose myself for hours, dreaming of adventures in far-off lands.
And then, there was Benjamin.
The restaurant where he proposed stood tall and proud, its façade lit up in the evening light. A pang of regret hit me. Had I really been ready to marry him? To spend my life with him in this city?
“He took me there, you know,” I confessed to Austin, nodding towards the restaurant. “For our third anniversary. That's where he asked me.”
