After landing at the airport, Philip takes a taxi to Times Square. Now that I see him in New York, I can tell he grew up here. "I can't wait to show you around, " he says, squeezing my hand.
I reach into my purse to take an extra antidepressant pill, swallowing it quickly before he notices it. I haven't told him that I need extra help functioning, and I really didn't want to.
Being in New York makes me a little sad because my sister always wanted to see a play on Broadway. I can't help but wish she was here. I would always want her here. We get out of the taxi, Philip carries the large suitcase, and I carry my purse with the smaller suitcase that I guess is his. I see we are standing in front of the Plaza. My eyes are open wide, and I am taking in the beauty of this famous hotel.
"Can we go inside? " I said, looking over at him.
"Absolutely. We are staying here tonight, Andrea, " he whispered. I knew we'd be staying in the hotel, I guess I wasn't expecting the Plaza on Valentine's Day. He probably had to book one of the most expensive rooms to get in so short notice. Unless he booked in advance, hoping to have someone to take her. Valentine's Day in the Plaza Hotel, what did he expect in return? I've given my body away for a lot less. Stop overthinking this situation, enjoy being here. I take his hand, and we walk into the hotel together. I couldn't believe how beautiful the hotel is. I have never seen this much marble and gold on the walls in my life.
"I'll check us in, " he says, pointing to a brown sofa chair where I can seat to wait for him. He puts the suitcases down beside me. A few minutes later he comes back with a room key, a bellhop who is about my age takes our suitcases. He is a very attractive African American man, who is also very talkative. "My name is Joe. If you two need anything, let me or another hotel staff know, " he says, showing us exactly where our room is after we get off the elevator. I noticed you tip him with two twenty dollar bills, he walks off, and you open the hotel room. You definitely booked the suite, I decided, looking at the size of it.
I see the big white bed in the middle of the room, I remove my tennis shoes and lay down on the bed.
"I'll order room service and then we'll get dressed. I'll take you for a walk down Times Square before the show. We'll get you a shirt that says 'I love New York'. I tried to book the spa for you, but it was full due to the holiday, " he says.
"You've really done too much already, " I said, wrapping my arms around him and kissing his lips.
He gets on the bed with me and returns my kiss. His hands are all over me, and he starts kissing up my neck now. He is laying on top of me; at this point, our bodies seem to fit perfectly together. We've had enough practice after the last two days.
" I am going to do all more. I am going to make you mine, " he promises. "You could have anyone in the world. I'll never understand why you want me. "
"Because you are my Andrea, " he replies with no real answer.