"So.... We're selling the house?" Ryan asked slowly. I felt all the color drain from my face; I couldn't believe I said that and worse yet, that he heard it. My heart started to race, until he unbuckled my seat belt and pulled me into his lap.

"I'm so sorry, I can't believe I let her get to me like that," I groaned as I laid my head on his shoulder.

"You stood your ground, and I can't fault you for that. Besides, it's actually not a bad idea, the market is high right now, we'll make a profit, and get our own place."

"Our own place, with no memories, except for the ones we make," I whispered.

"Exactly," he replied with a kiss on top my head, "And you don't have to worry about Brooke, I'll take care of everything."

"But who will take care of you?"

"We'll take care of each other." My whole body radiated with happiness, our own place, creating a life together. My head was resting against his chest and I could feel his heart beat, as his thumb drew circles on my upper arm, "And seeing you stand up for me was quite the turn on."

"A turn on, huh?" I looked up, only to see him staring down at me, I pulled his lips to mine. He traced my bottom lip with his tongue, until I opened my mouth and granted him access. His tongue searched for mine and I felt myself start to dampen when his hand went to my inner thigh. I slightly spread my legs, and let out a low moan against his mouth.

"How drunk are you?" Ryan asked as he pulled back.

"Drunk enough to want to fuck you right now but sober enough to know I shouldn't. Why?" I heart a chuckle from the front of the SUV, why do I always forget about people being around?

"But still drunk enough to not hold your tongue," Ryan let out a loud laugh, "Thomas we need to go to that pizza place, the one on the upper eastside.

"Ryan I can't go out like this," I complained.

"You look fine babe."

"No Ryan, we can't go out like this, my feet are killing me, these heels are too fucking high and I can barely walk. Now I'm horny and I want to go home." I heard a snicker from the front seat, and Ryan's chest rumbled with laughter.

"Take us to the closest shoe store," he said still laughing. As I was finally getting comfortable again against his chest, the car came to a stop outside a Footlocker. "I'll be right back," he said moving me off his lap.

"Ryan wait," I whined.

He stuck his head back in the car door, "I'll be right back, give me five minutes." He shut the car door and held up a hand telling me just five minutes. I sat back, sulking and scrolled through my phone. I started to look through Ryan's Instagram among the workout selfies and ads I saw pictures of us at the private cove at the beach house, and a picture from the top of the ferris wheel. The most surprising one was of me in the back yard at the beach house reading a book when I didn't know he was there. I jumped when he opened the car door with a bag in his hand.

"What are you doing?" Ryan asked as he pulled a box out of the bag and handed it to me.

"Creepin on your Instagram."

"Sorry, I don't think this will work. I can't marry my stalker."

"Hardy har har," I mimicked sarcastically. I opened the box and pulled out black chucks, and gave Ryan a curious look.

"Just put them on. It'll be fun, trust me," he said sliding back in the car. He took his dress shirt and boots off and pulled out a pair of tennis shoes, a tshirt and put them on. As I changed my shoes he got out of the car and put a baseball cap on and looked like every other New Yorker.

"Last time you told me it'll be fun, I ended up with a broken arm."

"You're never going to let me live that down are you?" he asked slinging the backpack over his shoulder.

"Nope. But an apology would make it better."

"I'm sorry I pushed you off the swing and you broke your arm over a decade ago. Now will you come out of the car?"

"What if someone notices us?"

"If you don't get out of the car I won't share my twizzlers with you," He replied pulling a package from his pocket and opening it.

"You never play fair do you?"

"The best never do," he took my hand and handed me the pack of candy. "It's two blocks away, it's the best pizza, I swear." As we walked the two short blocks I kept waiting for someone to notice Ryan, but everyone was too busy looking at their phones, and living their own lives, it was like we were normal people again. "Get a seat by the window," Ryan said handing me his backpack. I took a seat, watching him as he went through the line and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. His shoulders were as wide as he was tall, lean and muscular all over, and all mine.

"Mila Slate," I whispered to myself. It did have a nice ring to it. I noticed the girls at the able beside ours giving him an appreciative once over as he walked to our table. I grabbed a slice before he even sat down, Ryan started to smile. "What? I'm starving"

"You're always hungry."

"It's not always for food either," I laughed.

"Thank God for that," he joined in with a laugh, as he shoved a piece into his mouth. "But I was wondering, what are you looking for in a house?"

"Ryan, I've been drinking and I was madder than a wet hen. We don't really have to sell the house, I can get over the fact that she lived there," I grimaced at the thought of them living in the same house together.

"No, you're right we should list it and make new memories together. I don't want to have to look over my shoulder every time I enter my own home, and after finding out she broke in even after I had the locks changed and took her off the approved visitors list is enough to make me leave. So consider it out new start."

"I'd like that," I smiled.

"I knew you would," he placed his hand on my knee under the table, "So where would you want to live?"

I felt my smile fade away, "When I think of a home, I think of family, and I know realistically we can't live there during the season. So is there anywhere close enough that's like home? Where we can have a yard big enough for us to have a dog?"

"A dog?"

"Eventually."

"Why didn't you get one at your house?"

"Ann's allergic and I'm a nice person."

"That's debatable," Ryan stood and collected the trash to throw away, "You did slam the door in my face. You ready?"

"Depends on where were going," I replied coyly.

"Not this again," he groaned and began to walk out the door.

I followed him out, "Where ya goin?"

"Follow me and find out, but you better keep up shorty."

"I'm not short your legs are just abnormally long."

"That's not the only long thing I have on me," he smirked. When I caught up Ryan took my hand and spun me around into his arms, leaning down he whispered in my ear, "If you're lucky, I'll show you later."

"I'd like that," I wound my arms around his neck and pulled him down for an earth shattering kiss. "So where are you taking me?"

"Turn around." I turned around and saw the MET, I pulled his phone from his pocket to double check the time.

"I don't understand it's after hours, we can't get in."

Ryan let out a roar of laughter, "You said I had to bring you here you never said anything about going inside."

"RYAN!"

"Don't worry we'll come back when they're open."

"Pinky promise?" I asked holding out my pinky, he linked his in mine.

"Why do you want to come here so bad anyways?"

"They have the largest collection of eighteenth dynasty artifacts in the US." He gave me a blank stare. "Ancient Egypt stuff."

"You're still into that?"

"Yup."

"Well, we'll come back when they're open. Who knows next year I may finally have a reason to accept the invite to the MET gala. So what else is on your NYC bucket list?"

"Statue of liberty, time square, top of the rock, central park zoo, oooh and I want to take the subway!"

He took out his phone and started to type away, "Well we definitely can't do all that tonight but we should be able to knock one or two off your list, Thomas will meet us at Rockefellar center." He took my hand and lead around the corner and down the stairs to the subway. "Remind me again why we're taking the subway," he asked as we stood in front of the ticket machine.

"Well sir, I do believe I was promised the whole NYC experience."

"I believe I said VIP NYC experience and VIP's don't take the subway."

"Shouldn't it be up to the VIP to decide how she wants to travel?"

"You win," he replied handing me my ticket, we walked through the gate and onto the platform. I turned my head and looked around at all the people waiting. "Well is it everything you expected it to be?" he asked leaning against the wall.

"I didn't expect it to be so hot and smelly," I laughed. A bell chimes signaling that the next train was arriving. I looked up at Ryan just in time to catch him pulling his hat down further to hide his face as people were getting off the train, and we stepped into the car. There were more people in our car than I expected, so many that there were no seats available. Ryan took my hand and led me the pole in the back.

"Hold on to the pole," he whispered standing behind me. I placed my hands on the pole and began to look around, my breath quickened as I noticed a few eyes on me. I looked up at Ryan anxiously, he leaned down and began to whisper, "Breathe Mila, breathe."

"They're looking at us, and we have nowhere to go."

"Let me worry about that, you just focus on your breathing." The subway jolted as it took off, causing my head to hit Ryan's chest. I closed my eyes and focused on my breath, I began to relax as I felt his hand on my side. The car lurched forward as it came to a stop, what felt like a minute later. "We're getting off," he whispered, taking my hand he lead me off the subway and up the stairs into the night air.