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He plants her back on the floor, grins down at her.

“How’s New York?”

She takes a breath and smiles up at him. “It has its perks.” Bats her eyes.

Why does my stomach feel like a sinking ship?

“Like what?” He cocks his eyebrow — looks past her to Ed Bancroft and the girl he’s with, sitting next to Taura.

He cocks his chin at them, wordlessly telling them to move.

They do. Quickly. That impresses her. I can see it roll over her face.

She likes feeling powerful. He’s powerful.

Julian sits down. Pulls Parks down next to him.

I look away, feel a bit naff.

“Like New York paparazzi don’t give a shit about me—” she starts.

I can’t look at her, I’m looking at Jordan, who is looking at me looking at them.

I feel lightheaded.

Fuck.

I lean in to kiss her.

She kisses me back more than she needs to, but I’m grateful for the distraction.

“—horse-drawn carriages,” is where I tune back in. “—My completely ridiculous neighbour, Lucía. 5th Avenue. Central Park at midnight—”

“Central Park at midnight?” Julian frowns and my brows go low. “You got a death wish?”

Parks laughs it off like it’s nothing, but I’m angry at her for it.

Why would she — I shake my head.

How annoyed I am snaps me back to focusing on Jordan, who’s being socially carried by Jonah at this point.

“How is it?” I nod at her drink.

She scrunches her face a bit. “Pretty gross.”

I try my best not to laugh, nearly do anyway, so I just kiss her again.

Happy to kiss her again.

Not just because she’s my girlfriend and we’re together, but because it’s a good reminder to myself of what I should be focusing on.

Parks isn’t staying. She’s just prattled on about all the things she loves about fucking New York. She’s done with London. Done with me.

And that’s all good, because I’m with Jordan now.

I hold her hand, squeeze it.

I lean over the table to get Parks’s attention. She pretends she doesn’t notice straightaway, but her eyes give her up.

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