I go straight to the parking lot, a smile on my face. Getting inside my Aston, I rev up the engine and pull out from my spot, the engine roaring as loudly as my heart seems to be thumping. I pull into New York’s traffic one minute later, making my way downtown.
When I get to Fiona’s building, she’s already standing at the entrance, tears in her eyes. She runs up to me the moment she sees me, and as soon as I get out of the car, she falls into my arms.
“You asshole,” she cries, “couldn’t you've told me what you were going to do? I barely slept last night.”
“Oh, a little suspense never hurt anyone,” I grin, and then pull her into me and kiss her. “I love you, Fiona. I waited too long to say it, but I love you. And no way in hell am I allowing anything or anyone to step between us.”
“I love you too,” she whispers, looking in my eyes. Her face is a perfect portrait of happiness, and she looks just as beautiful as when I first saw her. I close my eyes just for a second, seeing it happen in my mind’s eye all over again: that touchdown pass, her voice in the crowd, her beautiful face… She was just a stranger among thousands but, in that moment, I knew I couldn’t just let her walk away.
And I didn’t.
“I’m sorry… about everything,” she tells me, but I just place my index finger over her lips.
“That’s over, babe. It’s in the past,” I say, and then pick her up from the floor. With a grin on my face, I kiss her again.
“Now, where to, m’lady?” I tease her. Wherever she tells me to go, I’ll go. I don’t care if it’s my place, The Ritz, Paris, China, or the North fucking Pole. I’ll go to the ends of the world for her.
“Just take me upstairs,” she whispers, lacing her arms around my neck.
“Upstairs sounds perfect,” I say, walking across the sidewalk and carrying her inside the building just in time; at least a dozen news vans are pulling up in front of the building, cameramen jumping out of them as if they’re part of a SWAT squat.
Without Fiona noticing, I look back over my shoulder, throwing a menacing glance at the guys mounting their cameras. They sure as hell are free to do their jobs, as annoying as they may be, but if they step out of line again… Well, let’s just say that I will stop at nothing. Nobody messes with my woman.
I put her down the moment we’re inside the elevator, and the doors are still closing when she jumps on me, crushing her mouth against mine and taking her hands to my chest.
“I could fuck you right here,” she tells me, tugging at my shirt in such a way that the fabric might just rip.
“I could fuck you anywhere,” I shoot back, pushing her back against the mirror in the elevator. I pin her arms over her head, kissing her in abandonment.
Even though I’m sure that I’m going to make my way toward the Super Bowl (and win the fucking thing), I doubt that it’s going to be better than this moment right now.
I’m the happiest man in the whole fucking planet. And that… Well, that calls for a celebration. The naked kind.
39
Fiona
My apartment seems like a different place.
Before Danny’s surprise press conference, the walls seemed like they were closing in on me, and the colors were dimmed and lifeless. But now that I’ve stepped inside again with Danny by my side, it’s almost as if I’ve entered a completely different apartment. Sunlight streams through the drawn curtains, and everything seems bright and shiny. In a way, everything’s exactly the same, but at the same time, everything’s different now. It seems that happiness—and love—really have the power to change the way you see the world around you.
“That was the sweetest thing anyone ever did for me,” I tell him the moment we’re behind closed doors, my eyes locked on his. He smiles at that, closing the distance between us and placing both of his hands on my hips.
“I can do more sweet things, you know?” he says, and I’m pretty sure he isn’t talking about breakfast in bed, or flowers on Valentine’s Day.
“I’d like that. I’d like that a lot,” I purr, my hands on his chest. I feel his heartbeat under the palm of my hand, the outline of his rugged muscles turning my brain into mush. I was terrified that I was going to lose him, and now here he is, back in my arms. This is my lucky day, that’s for sure.
“I love you, Fiona,” he whispers, his eyes never leaving mine, and I feel my knees growing weak.
“I love you too,” I whisper back at him, these words leaving a sweet taste in my mouth as they roll over my tongue. Smiling, he leans into me, and my eyelids droop as I feel his lips on mine. I open my mouth slowly, his tongue finding its way toward mine, and we kiss in complete abandonment.
Right now, it’s almost as if we are in a world of our own; forget about the games, forget about the media. We’re here, together, and that’s the extent of our whole universe.
“Come here,” he says, pulling back from my kiss and picking me up. Carrying me in his arms, he makes a beeline toward my bedroom and then lays me down on the bed. I lie back as he climbs on top of me, his mouth once again fitted against my own. I start unbuttoning his crisp white shirt as we kiss, my fingers working in a hurry. When the last button comes undone, I untuck the fabric out of his pants and then push the shirt down his arms, feeling the ropes of muscles in his arms on the way down.
I throw the shirt off the bed and then my hands dart toward his crotch. I flatten the palm of one hand there, and a shiver of anticipation crawls up my spine as I feel the thick shape of his hard cock tenting his pants and threatening to rip the fabric on its way out.
“I missed you,” I tell him, wrapping my fingers around the hard shape in his pants and squeezing it. “And I missed this.”