"You won't believe this view, Rose. You'd love it."
"Would I?"
"I wish you were here."
So did I. More than anything. I wouldn't let him know it.
I heard the excitement in his voice. I refused to make a move without an invitation. Being eager now could kill the magic.
He messaged me the following day: "Stay with me."
I booked a flight, packed my bag, got my nails done and headed north. Butterflies made my stomach sick.
I arrived, made my way to his hotel. The lobby was electric with power. I knew he hand picked this establishment.
I announced my arrival and made my way to the bar. Not many minutes passed before I heard -
"Hey, beautiful."
He was more handsome than I remembered. This was going to be more fun than I thought.
"Welcome to New York."
The tingling is getting to me ...
