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Whiskey: I’d give it all up for you. I want you to know that.
Whiskey: And I’d still break any mans’ arms or legs if they even think they can take you from me.
A black car pulls up outside my hotel. I told him where I was staying this morning, not commenting on the messages. Whiskey gets out, opens the back door to let me in, then walks around to the other side and slides in beside me. The driver pulls out and I smile, seeing what he has on—sneakers, black jeans, and a white T-shirt.
“You look good.”
His hand rests between us and his fingers are almost touching mine.
“I slept way better.”
“No sickness?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Is this what it’s going to be like now?” I indicate between us. “I don’t know you as this person. Stop trying to tread lightly around me, Whiskey. I liked who you were, apart from the blackmailing, stop with the small talk.” He reaches for my hand, then takes it and squeezes it.
“I’d take you because I want you. You want me like that?”
I smirk. “I like you like that.”
Whiskey leans over and kisses my lips. I don’t know if it’s the news that I’m pregnant or what, but I want those lips on me. I like those lips all over me.
I ask him questions—he answers without hesitation. He tells me more about his mother. How she was beautiful but ultimately how broken she was, and that his father had a big role in raising him until he gave up on life. How the business is now that he’s running it, and how it was crumbling when he took it over. Now it’s a billion-dollar business. Hearing him say those words shock me.
“Do we have a prenup?” I ask him.
“No. I knew I didn’t need one with you.”
“That’s a lot of trust in someone you’ve pissed off. I could have taken you for everything.”
“You aren’t that kind of person. Plus…” He smirks. “I have excellent lawyers.”
I walk into the park. It’s so beautiful, a way to break up the chaos of my life right now. The smell of funnel cakes, crepes and fresh air have a way of cleansing the soul, and that’s what we’re here to do. We need this fresh start.
Whiskey comes around and slides his hand in mine. “I like seeing that.”
I turn to him, and he’s nodding his head at my smile. “I like to smile if the moment deserves it.”
“I like being the one to put it there.”
“Technically, it was a man named Walt, but sure, if you want to try to claim some of that, go ahead,” I say with an eye roll as we walk toward the gates.
“I’ll claim as many as I can.”
Whiskey pays for our tickets, and soon we’re walking in. There’s a street parade, and it takes me back to my childhood. Disney is a huge piece of my life. I even have tattoos on my body of Disney characters.
“I’ll take you to every Disneyland in the world if this is the way you’ll smile at me,” he says.
Later on in the day, as I get another chocolate crepe—I really am going to miss these things—he leans in and kisses the side of my lips and licks.
“I’m just tasting.”
I smirk. My heart beats hard, and I wonder where along the way I fell in love with Whiskey.
Was it when we slept together again?
Or was it our last kiss?
All I know is when he touches me, I’m deliriously happy. Butterflies take off in my belly, and I wonder how they will ever calm down.
