Rafe liked New York at night, he stepped into the sultry city night and into a cool car to take him…wherever he wanted to go…It was in the middle of Times Square, it looking like a carnival at almost midnight, that he saw Margaux.
Margaux.
Margaux not waiting for him, on her own and probably not even thinking about him.
He watched her for several blocks, unsure how to approach her. They had not stopped seeing each other, but it was strained between them and he knew that was for a lot of reasons.
But now she was the queen of the night world, and he was bedazzled. He stuck his head out of the car window. When she saw him, her lips parted, and she looked at him wistfully.
Rafe told his driver to stop, and he got out of the car. He wrapped one arm about Margaux’s waist and pulled her into the car.
“This only happens in romantic movies.” she grinned, staring at him no less dazzled.
“Well you look like a movie star.” he said, as she caressed her e-cigarette. “A French one.”
Margaux grinned even though he could tell she did not want to, and Times Square swirled around them.
“Now tell me, where are we going?” Rafe said, watching lights bounce off of her.
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times square at night via f dot leonora
mmm you do know how to build the tension!
Rebel xox
awww, thank you lovely!