Hi everyone! I know I haven't updated in years and I apologize. At this point, I don't who's still reading this but I just want to say I want to finish this and how grateful I am to anyone who takes the time to read this forgotten fanfic of mine!

It didn't go unnoticed to even Ichigo who was as dense as a brick when it came to my feelings. He has been pestering me for the past few days about my whereabouts nonstop. Only he didn't know. No matter how much, Grimmjow was interesting and admirable, I couldn't help but feel my heart accelerate when I think of Ichigo. So I did the next best thing. I ignored him completely and focused my full attention on Grimmjow.

He was suppose to leave for Paris right after his concert but he extended his stay for a week and we spent most of that time together.

Today was our final date.

Dressed in a simple pastel pink sweater and my favorite pair of jeans, I probably blended into the backdrop at Central park seamlessly. I saw Grimmjow striding towards me with his long legs and softly tousled hair blowing with the light breeze.

"You're early." He grinned cheekily as he laced his long fingers through mine. I can't help but blush furiously even though this was not the first time we held hands all week.

"Yeah...it was such a nice day! I thought I would take a break from watching *Game of Throbs at night and wake up early to enjoy all this sunlight!" Noticing how I finally, albeit accidentally, spilled my secret obssession, I turned from a cute rosy blush to an angry shade of scarlet.

"I...I'm not a pervert! Well...maybe just a little. But I never did anything perverted to anyone so if I'm a pervert, I'd be a harmless one!" I cringed at how instead of trying to save myself from embarrassment, I took a full dive off the cliff with it. I let go of his hand to bury face in full shame.

Suddenly a hand pulled my chin up gently. The body which the hand was attached to came dangerouly close. That body just happened to belong to a beautiful specimen with the name Grimmjow Jeagerjacques and he looked at me straight in the eyes with his icy blue ones.

"I wouldn't have minded if you were."

His grin reminded me so much of Ichigo. It was the exact teasing yet warm smile that Ichigo would show whenever I felt my confidence escape me. I tried to shake the thought of Ichigo out of my head and focused on Grimmjow.

"Really?"

"Really. Dirty minded isn't that bad of a thing. It just means you have a healthy imagination and it doesn't hurt to have one as a musician."

"So does that mean you have a dirty mind?" I silently gasped at the flirtatious words that just spilled out of my mouth and mentally slapped myself. It was just so easy with Grimmjow. I just couldn't help it.

"Let's just say, my imagination has been running overdrive since being with you." He winked. Yes, he just made it too easy.

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As the day came to an end, we stepped out of the broadway we just watched excitedly. This was New York City at its finest. Even at night, the blaring colorful signs covered all the way down Times Square and the bustling sound of people filled the air endlessly. As more people were exiting out of the theatre, Grimmjow protectively pulled me under his arm. I really didn't want this day to end. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around his waist and he slightly flinched at the touch. Thinking I caused him discomfort, I quickly pulled my arms away apologetically but as I began to do so, he surprisingly took my arms and and placed them back around him.

"Chaton, you caught me off guard. If it was your intention to cause me discomfort you succeeded."

I wanted to disappear. That was too bold of me. What was I thinking putting my arms around him like that? I wanted to pull away but he didn't let me. Instead he pulled me even closer and whispered into my ears.

What he said next, caused my legs to melt.

"I haven't been this sexually frustrated since I was an awkward sixteen year old." It was like time stopped around us and as his icy stare darkened, I knew it wasn't a pleasant flirtatious exchange anymore. I didn't even know my voice could drop so low.

"Then don't be." I challenged.

While I made the intentional decision to ignore Ichigo, since that night, a change was happening. A fire was lighted within me and everyone could smell it. Smell...more like smell something burning. That's when I realized I left the stove on with my now inedible hash browns.

"Goddamit, Hime! Did you leave something on the stove again?" I heard Tatsuki yell as she ran into the kitchen as I ran to the stove to turn it off. I gave her a sheepish grin. She rolled her eyes.

"Don't try to flirt your way out of this!" She yelled but with amusement laced in her voice. While I was cleaning up the mess I made, Tatsuki poured our morning coffee for us. "So..."

"So what?"

"So what's going on with that Mr. Hunkalovapianist?" I couldn't help but let out a roar of laughter at her ridiculous nickname. Then a sense of disappointment washed over me as I answered her honestly.

"Well, nothing." Tatsuki's eyes narrowed at me.

"What do you mean nothing? You were seeing him nonstop for this whole week!"

Yes, she was telling the truth. This past week will forever be engrained in my memories as the most blissful week of my whole twenty fucking two years of existence. I spent hours scouring through the endless works of art in the Met as he laced his long pianist fingers through mine. I spent hours just gazing dreamily at his beautiful sparkling cerulean eyes as we I spent hours talking and eating at a cute dainty cafe before picking up a broadway to watch. More than anything, I can't forget how much he encouraged me to not give up before he left for his home in Paris to prepare for his next concert.

'Chaton, I don't even know we'll see each other again but I want to tell you this...I believe in you. So don't give up."

With that he gave me my first kiss in the middle of Times Square. It was simple, chaste yet warm. He didn't take anything, he only gave.

"Yes and I don't think I'll see him again." I answered Tatsuki. I could sense her fuming at my answer then a look of confusion passed her face.

"Did you guys..." She hesitated but being how close we were, at this point in our friendship, we developed the infamous superpower of finishing each other's sentences.

"No we did not fuck. He was a gentleman through and through." This was the first time, I shared all the glorious detail with Tatsuki. We are like sisters so I told her everything. Except for that night. The night before he left for Paris was something I'll treasure with me forever and that memory will be stored away for myself only. That was the day of our last date and my first kiss. Even to Tatsuki, I didn't want to share that memory. My first kiss.

"Okay good. I was worried I might have to spend the next few years of my life in a dungeon somewhere in Paris for castrating the bastard instead of preparing for the benefit gala!" Suddenly at the word, gala, I choked.

"Shit. I've forgotten all about the event that Ichigo invited me to." Now it all slowly came back to me. He was pestering me because of the gala! I hastily took out my phone to check the date.

"Oh my god, it's today!" Tatsuki rolled her eyes at me.

"Don't panic. Ichigo's just texted me that he's sent a car for us." Before I could ask her why she continued. "He got us appointments at the Spa."

How fuckingtastic!

end chapter

*reference to game of thrones

Also just a disclaimer to anything mentioned in the story.