master as the woman and with the most belongings and need for closet space, which I was now in no shortage of. I touched up my makeup just a bit, I don’t wear much, just a light bit of color, and took note of how wonderfully sweet and sultry my hair was turning out to be for the evening.
I stepped out to our living room. The three of us stood for a toast which Andy proclaimed, “To us”, and we all agreed with saying so, “to us.”
Andrew put on some light French music, sophisticated, relaxing, and romantic. We walked out to our 2500 square foot terrace and lounged, soaking up all of that good New York City vibe feeling. I decided not to be shy and sat on Cash’s lap. He blushed, but he was so happy that I did, so happy to be close. We were like high school kids on a first date or something! The guys were talking about how they were going to make their first millions and I was happy Holly, just enjoying a warm summer breeze at sunset amidst my darling life.
After hopping up to visit the girl’s room, I returned and this time sat on Andrew’s lap. What a sweetheart, I love him so much. This whole new idea of getting closer to him was really quite touching and I felt thankful. He hugged me and kept me close. We all felt grateful, truly on top of the world. I let them chat and occasionally softly ran my hand on his face, exploring his sweet cheek and chin, or caressing and holding his hand.
“I love you guys,” I said sappily against a pinking sky. Andy tightened his squeeze.
Cash spoke. “Holly, you’re the sweetest thing. You’re the best, babe.”
Our first night went on this way with gushing and chatting and loving and squeezing. The three of us were just basking in the glory of what we had formed after all these years without even knowing it, or trying. We could have gone on as friends, or moved on to seek out other things in life, but instead we took something so rich with goodness that we’d cultivated and lived in and allowed it to blossom. We were in awe of the fact that we were even here and all of us were just loving every minute of it and each other.
In the morning I made breakfast for us all and we lounged around in robes, talking about how to decorate the place. We were gifted with an exquisite all-white suite that was quite elegant and sexy, but I had blues and golds dancing around in my dreamy head.
We thought to take it up a notch and fancy up the place. Andrew said he’d have someone come over and show us some options, a designer friend of his. He was busy, though, in getting in with this law firm and so was off to work right away, but looking sexy as hell doing it. Cash was into the thick of it right away, too, down to take on the world. It wasn’t long before the random calls would come in where he’d just hoot and yell all of a sudden and then saunter over, grinning, to announce a multi-million dollar deal. The boys were rolling in success in no time and I was all about town just as quick.
It didn’t take long for me to discover a few favorite cafes, but what I really loved was that New York is filled with so many choices. Things always felt new to me if I looked hard enough or went exploring in a different direction. I kept myself on a pretty keen schedule between jogging, shopping, Pilates, shopping, and other forms of working out and shopping.
And then there was mom. One of the best parts about moving to the city was that mother lived here and I had only seen her on visits for the last three years since she moved for work. We would meet up quite regularly for lunch, tea, gallery perusing, openings and events, and you name it. It was great fun all except she flat out refused to go shopping with me, something about putting her time in already in years past.
The best part was that she eventually did stop pestering and prodding me about Cash and Andy. I made the mistake early on of being honest with her and she pretty much flipped out. But after some time, she came to see the idea
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