of that over the years, one of the many things he'd pounded into her brain, something that seemed to just now sink in as she came down from her high of such an outrageous day. Music and belligerent shouting spilled out from The Place, the bar much rowdier than it had been just a bit ago. Any one of those voices could lead to her demise.
"I shouldn't try to drive," Matty said. "But I can get my brother to take you home. He should be hanging out around here by now."
"It's okay," she said, turning to him. "I can take a cab."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive. Besides, I mean, it's kind of early to be meeting the family, isn't it? Not that, well, we're ever going to get to that point, or that you want that, or anything…" She was rambling again. Ugh . "I'm just saying, you know…"
Did he know? She scarcely knew what the hell she was saying. She'd had plenty of boyfriends, none of which she had ever brought home to meet her father, but he always seemed to find out about them and scare them off, anyway.
But this one?
Genna wasn't sure anything could intimidate him.
Matty stepped toward her, his hands once again cradling her head, a serious expression on his face that silenced her blubbering, that calmed her fears. Slowly, he leaned toward her, pressing a soft, chaste kiss against her lips.
"That's what I want," he said quietly. "What I get for winning."
"What?"
"You."
"You had me," she whispered, cheeks flushing at the reminder.
"I did," he agreed. "But the past isn't what matters. I live in the present, Genna. I live in the now . I had you, yeah, but what I want is to have you."
The way he spoke intensely, so assuredly, left her frazzled. "We hardly know each other."
"So? We spent an hour together this morning trapped in a box with no way out. And you know what I realized that hour?"
"What?"
"I kind of liked a world where it was just you and me." He kissed her again before letting go and stepping to the curb to hail a cab. The yellow car swiftly pulled up, screeching to a stop right in front of them. Matty opened the back door for her as he held out his hand. "Let me see your phone."
She dug it out of her purse and handed it over to him. He quickly typed something into it before handing it back as she got into the back of the cab.
"I put my number in it," he said, leaning in the door. "If you decide you want me, too, you let me know."
He shut the door before she could find the words to respond. The cab pulled away from the curb, infusing right into the evening Soho traffic. "Where to, miss?"
"Westchester County," she replied, rattling off her address north of the city as she settled back into the seat.
Sighing, she opened her contacts on her phone and found his right away.
Matty B
Pressing the phone to her chest, she bit down on her lip to contain her smile, unable to compress the emotions whirling inside of her that the sight his name alone elicited. Was it possible to fall for someone in just one day? Possible to have your heart stolen after only a mere few hours of knowing them? She certainly never thought so. But yet she felt it then, the stirring in her gut and the tightening of her chest that hinted at something more already, something much bigger than her. It was undeniable, irresistible. She was head over heels, unabashedly swept off her feet by Matty-B.
She groaned . Insta-love. How fucking cliché .
Genna made it home just after ten o'clock, pushing open the front door and cautiously glancing around. The house was quiet and dark, except for a dim light spilling out from the dining room. She crept that way, pausing in the doorway as she frowned.
The table had long ago been cleared from dinner, the staff gone for the night, food all put away, yet her father still sat in his chair, a single glass with a swallow of wine in front of him.
"Genevieve," he said, voice quiet—he knew she was there without even looking. His gaze slowly shifted from the empty table to her. "You missed dinner."
Sighing,
"I shouldn't try to drive," Matty said. "But I can get my brother to take you home. He should be hanging out around here by now."
"It's okay," she said, turning to him. "I can take a cab."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive. Besides, I mean, it's kind of early to be meeting the family, isn't it? Not that, well, we're ever going to get to that point, or that you want that, or anything…" She was rambling again. Ugh . "I'm just saying, you know…"
Did he know? She scarcely knew what the hell she was saying. She'd had plenty of boyfriends, none of which she had ever brought home to meet her father, but he always seemed to find out about them and scare them off, anyway.
But this one?
Genna wasn't sure anything could intimidate him.
Matty stepped toward her, his hands once again cradling her head, a serious expression on his face that silenced her blubbering, that calmed her fears. Slowly, he leaned toward her, pressing a soft, chaste kiss against her lips.
"That's what I want," he said quietly. "What I get for winning."
"What?"
"You."
"You had me," she whispered, cheeks flushing at the reminder.
"I did," he agreed. "But the past isn't what matters. I live in the present, Genna. I live in the now . I had you, yeah, but what I want is to have you."
The way he spoke intensely, so assuredly, left her frazzled. "We hardly know each other."
"So? We spent an hour together this morning trapped in a box with no way out. And you know what I realized that hour?"
"What?"
"I kind of liked a world where it was just you and me." He kissed her again before letting go and stepping to the curb to hail a cab. The yellow car swiftly pulled up, screeching to a stop right in front of them. Matty opened the back door for her as he held out his hand. "Let me see your phone."
She dug it out of her purse and handed it over to him. He quickly typed something into it before handing it back as she got into the back of the cab.
"I put my number in it," he said, leaning in the door. "If you decide you want me, too, you let me know."
He shut the door before she could find the words to respond. The cab pulled away from the curb, infusing right into the evening Soho traffic. "Where to, miss?"
"Westchester County," she replied, rattling off her address north of the city as she settled back into the seat.
Sighing, she opened her contacts on her phone and found his right away.
Matty B
Pressing the phone to her chest, she bit down on her lip to contain her smile, unable to compress the emotions whirling inside of her that the sight his name alone elicited. Was it possible to fall for someone in just one day? Possible to have your heart stolen after only a mere few hours of knowing them? She certainly never thought so. But yet she felt it then, the stirring in her gut and the tightening of her chest that hinted at something more already, something much bigger than her. It was undeniable, irresistible. She was head over heels, unabashedly swept off her feet by Matty-B.
She groaned . Insta-love. How fucking cliché .
Genna made it home just after ten o'clock, pushing open the front door and cautiously glancing around. The house was quiet and dark, except for a dim light spilling out from the dining room. She crept that way, pausing in the doorway as she frowned.
The table had long ago been cleared from dinner, the staff gone for the night, food all put away, yet her father still sat in his chair, a single glass with a swallow of wine in front of him.
"Genevieve," he said, voice quiet—he knew she was there without even looking. His gaze slowly shifted from the empty table to her. "You missed dinner."
Sighing,
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