Hello everyone, I am back with chapter 7 of The Summer I Fell in Love. I have some great ideas of where I would like to take this story, so stay tuned! If you like what you have read so far, please remember to FOLLOW, FAVORITE, and REVIEW. Enjoy!
Jordan's POV:
Nick and I make our way out of his office, hand in hand, and more in love than ever. I find myself just staring at him as we walk down the street. His tanned skin, his striking profile, and his deep brown eyes are enough to take my breath away. I almost feel that I am not worthy of him. I was just a cynical, golfer. I have always thought of myself as attractive, but not as pretty as others. When I was a girl, growing up with a close friend as beautiful as Daisy was challenging. She was always "the pretty one" and I was always known as Daisy's little friend. I wasn't quite sure why of all the women in New York, he had picked me. I am suddenly taken out of my haze of thoughts with Nick's smooth voice.
"Penny for your thoughts, Love?"
I look at him lovingly, and reply, "Well Nick, I was just thinking. Out of all of the women in New York, you've picked me. I'm not the prettiest, or the smartest, but you still chose me. I suppose I was just dwelling on how lucky I feel to be in love with a man like you."
Nick looks at me with a slight concern on his face, and says, "Jordie, honey, whatever gave you that idea? I think you are the most sensational woman to ever walk this earth. You are beautiful, but most of all, you have a brain. You can stick up for yourself, and you are capable of anything that comes your way. You never cease to amaze me Jordan, and don't you forget that. If anything, I should be the one wondering why you have chosen me! You could have your pick of all the bachelors in New York, but you chose a rather plain mid-western man who sells bonds and likes to write."
I look at him with a sly smile, "Well, I happen to adore men from the midwest who move to the big city to sell bonds and write on their free time."
Nick kisses my temple, and says "Darling, I have really won the jackpot on this one."
We both chuckle at each other, and continue our walk to the theater.
Nick's POV:
This has been the longest walk of my life. The only thing on my mind was how I was going to ask Jordan to marry me that night. Where would I ask? When would I ask? How would I ask? I couldn't find the answer to any of those questions, however, I knew that this was the right night. I loved the woman walking next to me with all of my heart, and she really means the world to me. Although I have only known her for two months, I couldn't imagine my life without her. Her striking brown hair, her alabaster skin, her perfect red lips, all the way down to her creamy, long legs. I loved every inch of this woman, inside and out. I simply couldn't wait to make her my wife.
We arrive at the theater to catch a glimpse of the Ziegfeld Follies. A friend of mine had gotten me some great tickets in the balcony, perfect for viewing the stage, and maybe even stealing a kiss or two from my lovely date.
We had gotten to the show about five minutes before the first act. We sat in our seats, with our hands still intertwined.
"Oh Nicky, these seats are wonderful, you are really treating me like the queen of New York this evening."
I smile at her, and without even thinking, I kiss her passionately in the middle of the theater. My lips begin to move down to her jawline, and quickly starting to venture down her neck.
"My goodness, love, what has gotten into you this evening? Someone missed me quite a bit!" She replies to me with a grin.
"I'm sorry darling, I can't help myself."
I then lean in closer and whisper in her ear, "If you think I'm getting out of hand here, just wait until we return to my place."
Her cheeks flush and she playfully hits my leg. "Someone is feeling very fresh tonight!"
We both smile, and as the lights dim in the theater, she lazily lays her head on my shoulder, and we snuggle up close to watch the Follies.
As the curtain closes on the final act of the show, Jordan and I erupted into applauses. Seeing the comedic genius of Fanny Brice and the other Ziegfeld Follies was an amazing way to start our memorable evening. Jordan and I walk through the Theatre District, and make our way to Le Cirque for a romantic meal for two. Hand in hand, we reenact scenes from the show we had just watched. We erupted into laughter under the starlit sky of New York, looking like a couple of fools. We may have looked like fools, but to us, we were just a couple so deeply in love, and so unaware of others in our surroundings.
We had made it just in time for our reservation, and got seated in a cozy, romantic, corner. We sipped champagne, and gossiped about the happenings at Gatsby's. She talked golf, and then I talked bonds. However, all of a sudden, Jordan brought up my writing.
"Nicky, how come you don't pursue writing professionally? You're so talented, and I would love to see you making money and doing something that you love. That piece of yours you let me read a few weeks back was incredible love. I simply couldn't put it down."
I took her hand from across the table and kissed it. I had never been with a woman who cared about me so deeply. Usually with the girls I have gone around with, are concerned if I am making an honest living, and making the most money possible. Except for Jordan. She cared. Not about money or possessions. But about me. That's when I knew that this was the girl for me.
As we sat through our dinner, I was finding it more difficult to keep my composure. I was starting to get nervous about popping the question to Jordan. What if she said no? What if we are moving too fast? I tried my best to let those thoughts escape me, and continue my meal with Jordan without looking to pathetically nervous.
We finish our meal, and head out of the restaurant hand in hand. I hailed a cab to then take us back to my bungalow. The yellow car pulls right up next to the sidewalk, and I let Jordan in. Without her noticing, I tapped my pocket to make sure I had the ring. Now was the time Carraway, I thought to myself. I get in the car and tell the driver to head towards Long Island. We begin to speed off, and I immediately closed the privacy window in the cab before things got too out of hand. I wrapped my arm around Jordan, and began picking up where I left off in the theater. I kiss her neck with passion and delight, and make my way back up to her jawline, and finally to her lips. She smiles, and kisses me in return.
"Did you have a nice night, Jordie?"
"Oh Nicky, it was wonderful. One of the best nights I have had in ages. All thanks to you!"
She kisses me yet again, and works her way down to my jaw and neck, leaving a trail of lipstick behind her.
Now was as good of a time as any. I turn slightly, so that I am looking straight at her. She looks at me with a slightly confused look.
"Jordan, honey, I love you. It's as simple as that. I simply adore you. Ever since I met you two months ago at the Buchanan's, I was immediately smitten. You're just so gorgeous, and I will admit, we did get a little carried away that night. But, that was one of the best choices I have ever made. That night, I met the love of my life. Ever since then, I have been on cloud nine. I never thought that I would ever be this happy. But it is all thanks to you. I don't want this to ever end love."
With my hands shaking, and palms sweaty, I grab the red ring box out of my pocket and open it, to unveil the devotion of my love to Jordan.
"Will you do me the honor and marry me, Jordie?"
Jordan's POV:
Tears begin pooling down my face. I was simply shaking in awe of that ring. I had picked out that ring weeks ago at a little jewelry store while Nick and I were window shopping. He remembered. He was simply the most amazing man I have ever met. I couldn't even imagine my life without him for a moment.
"Oh, darling, of course I'll marry you!"
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. I pull back and look at him with the biggest grin on my face, laughing and crying at the same time. He wiped the tears from my eyes, and gently pulled the ring out of the box. He slid it onto my left hand. It was truly the most beautiful ring I had ever seen in my life. And now it was mine. But the ring wasn't really the big prize here, it was the everlasting love of Nick Carraway, my now fiancee.
Still crying, I cradle his face in my hands and pull him into a deep kiss. His hands wrap around my waist ever so perfectly to deepen the kiss. I would never have thought that my entire life would change the second I stepped into a cab this evening.
