Chapter 13 - Hamilton

Finding out you love Lin-Manuel Miranda was as easy as looking at your Pandora. You're broke, but still pay $9 a month to listen to the "Alexander Hamilton" soundtrack on unlimited while you're on the treadmill at the gym, where you can't afford the membership either.

The room service has arrived, and I ate two slices of pizza. I am not really hungry for food. I have had five hours of sleep, but I took the whole weekend off to make sure this happens.

You haven't known me for a week, but three months is a long time for me. Watching you at the gym, seeing you at Target, and occasionally at the restaurant you frequent. I have been following you for so long.

I know you lied to me about the tattoo thing. I've been in your apartment; hell, I even brought your apartment building to make spying on you easier. I have looked inside your Shane box. I have seen the pictures of him in a number 22 jersey on. I have read his misspelled love letters to you. In high school, I know you'd pick him over me. Good thing we aren't in high school anymore. I wish you trusted me to tell me the truth, but we will get there, Andrea.

You have freshly showered, your hair is fixed, and you are wearing just enough makeup. You are wearing a white sweater dress that fits you perfectly; I want nothing more than to rip it off of you. I don't do this though. I am a gentleman.

I'll walk you through Times Square before the show. Just as I promised. We go into Tiffany's and I buy you the famous "return to Tiffany's" necklace. She smiles and blushes again. I get her the "I love New York" shirt and then we walk to the theater.

These tickets cost so much money, and they were the last seats left. I had to beg my mom for her ticket because the concert was sold out.

I told her they were for my future wife, and she agreed I could have them.

I get you to our seats, and get a beer for me and a glass of wine for you. Three hours we sit there watching Hamilton, your eyes are glued to the stage. You sing along silently, and I do too because I'm trying to impress you.

After the play is over, I offer to take you out to eat. You want to go back to the hotel, I agree that's a good idea. You take off your dress and lay in a red bra and panties on the bed.

Open invitation, I think.

I get in the bed with you, start kissing your neck again. Your body is tense like it has been the last two times we've tried before the hot tub when I ended up having to go to work. The only time you were really feeling good about me, I think frustrated.

I removed your bra and panties, before taking off my clothes as well. My lips find yours, and I still feel how uncomfortable you are. You want to go to sleep, but after last night, I don't want to sleep. I don't stop this time.

"It's time, Andrea, " I whispered, hoping that you could read my mind.

I was tired of waiting, it's time for my payment. Time for us to move forward. I pause for a second to see if you ask me to stop. Would I even be able to stop? You don't ask me to stop, but I can see you're still anxious.

"Be gentle with me, " you say softly, allowing me to know that you've finally consented.

"I will, " I promise.

I lasted a lot longer than I thought I would. Her body feels so fragile in mine; I thrust myself into her several times before I finally finished.

I know I am good at this, I have been told several times. Her stillness isn't what I was expecting from her.

"Happy Valetines Day, " she says, giving me a small kiss, breaking the silence.

"You too. I think I'm going to order a burger from room service. Do you want one? "

"Yes. With a soda and something chocolate if they have it, " she says, getting up to take a bath.

I ordered the food and put my on a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt. She gets into pajamas before getting into bed. Once the food arrives you seem more calm. I've never seen her finish a meal, but this time she does. She eats the whole slice of chocolate cake too.

She turned the TV and we both fell asleep watching Runaway Bride.