A Summer to Remember(54)
I wrapped my arms around his waist again and held him to me. “It’s okay, I’m glad you reported what happened because it restores my faith in you and the male species in general. I love you so much, Paul. Nothing and no one will ever come between us, you got me?”
He nodded his head. “I wouldn’t dare allow it to happen. All this dramatic bullshit just makes me angry because I fear you losing faith in me more than anything in the world.”
I smiled before I kissed his mouth and he opened himself to me before he thrust his tongue between my open lips. “What ever doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, right?”
Paul laughed. “Damn straight, just like the Kanye song.”
I looked at him with a dubious expression. “I think that expression is older than Mr. West.”
“Hey, don’t look at me that way—I didn’t get Kim pregnant!” he exclaimed playfully.
“You so owe me Thirty Seconds to Mars concert tickets after this shit.”
“Hey, I did you one better,” he whispered into my ear. “They’ve already been bought and we’ll be attending the show in Paris. I thought if I have to compete with the drop dead gorgeous Mr. Leto, at least let him be surrounded by equally beautiful men like the French and myself for instance.”
I laughed before I said, “You’re unbelievable.”
“And you’re crazy beautiful but I love you anyway.”
Although we shouldn’t have tempted fate, I couldn’t help but kiss him again and this time, I really did put my back into it.
August
New York City & Miami Beach
Chapter Nineteen
The rest of July passed rather quickly as time always does when one is having fun; Paul and I had a blast with one another and couldn’t get enough of each other. August slipped quietly in and as it did, my countdown began for our two week vacation to Miami Beach. Paul had decided to take me out early so I could spend time with Talia who was adjusting as the only female member, and the main song writer in Winter’s Regret and she needed all the help she could get.
It wasn’t that the band members weren’t friendly—they’d kiss her ass if Seth told them too but she found herself bonding a bit too much with Kris Nieminen, the Finnish-born lead guitarist everyone nicknamed Nemo because he was always losing picks for both his acoustic and electric gitars. She thought he was friendly, funny and hot but she would never say as much to Seth because the two were best friends and did everything together, including write most of the music together while she handled the lyrics.
My life was pretty much drama-free after the whole “Stamford episode” and since we knew for a fact that Ashley hadn’t managed to get herself pregnant and had been charged with a crime due to the drug, Rohypnol, found in Paul’s system. She’d maintained a low-profile while her parents worked with a team of attorneys to keep her from serving any time for her reckless crime.
Once we left for Miami, it also meant I wouldn’t have to see her miserable face for a while because she wasn’t allowed to leave the New York/Connecticut area while the investigation was pending against her.
With all the drama happening in Talia’s life, I eventually managed to tell her what went down at Stamford and she was only relieved it hadn’t been worse.
“I can’t wait to see you, sweetie. I am dying here and on total testosterone overload. Not to mention, I don’t see how people can live down here. It’s too hot and much too humid for one thing. Between giant f*cking snails as big as rats, the snakes, and the f*cking huge flying cockroaches, also known as Palmetto bugs, I am always creeped the f*ck out.
“The pad we are staying at is awesome but I’ve found bugs in the house and it’s gotten so bad, we had to get a dog and allow Linx, the bassist, to let his pet snake out every now and then just to do a sweep. The sooner we leave Florida, the better. I am so ready to get back to L.A.”
I laughed as I checked out my Facebook timeline at work. “You’re crazy, girl. If it’s that bad then maybe Paul and I should consider staying a shorter amount of time?”
“And if you do that then I will go total Italian mafia princess on you and break your legs myself!” she exclaimed before we both burst into girlish laughter.
“Ha-ha, very funny. Listen, I have to go but I will see you tomorrow and have a wonderful time with your giant snails and freak-sized cockroaches—”