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ambience may have changed with the bright lights and dead music, but I how I felt about her certainly hadn’t. I didn’t want the night to end.
    “Listen,” I said as I reached for her hand. Just the touch of my fingers across her soft silky skin made her freeze. “Do you want to get out of here? Maybe go somewhere else?”
    “What about your 9pm bedtime?”
    “Fuck it. When do I ever get to see you? I…” I didn’t even want to say the words I don’t know when I’m going to see you again because the truth was I was determined to make it happen. I was determined to see her again.
    She just didn’t know it yet.
    I always get what I want – and she was what I wanted. I wanted to protect her and keep her from schmucks like Clementine. She belonged by my side, and I belonged between her legs. Hopefully soon. In a few hours.
    “You don’t have training tomorrow?”
    “I can make exceptions for gorgeous company such as yours. I… know of this place, if you’re interested? It’s open until 5 am.” I let my question linger in my eyes.
    “Well,” she mused. “What are we waiting for then?”
    We left the empty bar and a few paparazzi snapped blinding lights our way. I reached my arm over her shoulder to protect her. To shield her. I stole sideway glances at her smiling face, which revealed that she liked my arm over her shoulders. With her fingers lacing briefly over mine, I knew I had enough green light to take this night a bit further.
    I’d make her feel so good she’d never want another man.
    Half an hour and a taxi ride later, we were in secluded industrial bar, a place where no one would ever expect to find us.
    “This place is so cool. I haven’t been anywhere like this in forever.”
    “I bet, Miss Top Model. You’re used to all those fancy places. I bet you’re in here like, ‘Ew gross.’”
    “No, not at all! I feel like I’ve entered a time machine and it’s the prohibition era.”
    “Hence the name.”

 
    CAT
     
    The bar was super cool, beyond cool. And here in this bar, with the two of us mingling with people who didn’t seem to notice us, or know anything about us, I felt like I could breathe a bit easier and really let my hair down.
    Ramon’s warm grip was firm as he led me up spiraled stairs. He allowed me to go first, leaving me to wonder if he could see my panties beneath my skirt.
    “Are you looking?”
    “Of course I am. Damn, Gina.”
    This secretly thrilled me; I enjoyed that he liked what he saw.
    Finally, we made our way to a rooftop with a few secluded couches and warmers.
    Beneath us were the hustle and bustle of New York, the city that never sleeps. Around us were other high rises and flats with most of the windows blackened out, signaling masses of dreamers resting across their pillows.
    Much to my surprise, we were alone. All alone.
    He led the way to a yellow couch. It had one of those plastic covers over it. I was thankful for that fact, being a germaphobe and all. I reached for my sanitary wipes in my purse and wiped down the couch. Once done, I discarded the wipe, knowing I could sit on it in ease.
    I felt his eyes study me.
    “You’re cute, you know that?”
    We both collapsed into the cushions with a sigh, the witching hour approaching us. “New York is so busy. It’s bursting with life, even at this hour. Imagine all these people up, doing something right now. Everyone in their own fishbowl. It’s something to think about.”
    I wiped a bit more of the sides with another sanitary wipe when a small plastic baggie fell between my fingers. I pulled it out slowly to reveal two unused joints inside.
    “Oh my gosh.” I cracked up thinking about the last time I’d ever smoked a joint. It was with him at his house.
    Ramon burst out into laughter and inspected the bag. “Do you know the last time I touched one of these was with you?”
    “For real?”
    “Yeah, of course. I have to be on my A-game. You?”
    “The same.”
    “Would you…maaaaybe…want