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Shutting the door behind me, I smiled as I remembered that Peter was still asleep in the other room. It was still far to early and start the day. So I went back to sleep in my bed. I fell fast asleep. Only to partially wake up. When I saw Peter had joined me. We were both undressed. I felt him move closer to me. He started to fondle my breasts and moved his hands towards my pussy. I moaned as he was playing with me, teasing me. I awoke and looked at him. He smiled back at me and then moved his body on top of mine. He entered inside me, wild thrusts from his pelvis. I could hardly contain myself, he liked that he was starting to know my body. What touches made me quiver as we came he lay beside me his hands behind his head.
"I liked that," he said. "Having you all to myself"
I didn't say anything. I just smiled as our eyes met it was odd having him in my bed alone. Being so intimate with him as if he were an old lover.
"I think that I could fall in love with you Mira," he said.
"Oh don't go and feed me some lines. I know what this is Peter and really I am ok with it," I said.
He sat up beside me, "It's not a line…honest. I really think I could fall in love with you."
He leaned over, kissed my cheek, got up, and went into the bathroom. He showered and so did I in the other room.
He wanted to show me HIS New York. We bundled ourselves preparing for the bitter snap of winter and we made our way down to the Village. It had changed from what he knew and grew to love. So many high rise apartments and condos. We went to the Upper East side With its world-famous museums, elite schools, luxury boutiques, and proximity to Central Park, the family-oriented Upper East Side is home to some of the city's richest residents. I did think of moving there but changed my mind, He took my hand and brought me to an old pub.
"This, this is where I would sit and dream," he said pointing to the dimly lit stage.
He walked towards it and sat on a stool picking up someone's guitar he begin to play. I don't know the name of the song. Perhaps he made it up as he went along but it was beautiful and gave another insight to my intimate stranger. He longed for the old days before he was a Monkee. Before the faceless strangers would kiss him and bury their head into his lap. Maybe he did see something in me. I don't really know. I did feel that this was all too somber so I dragged him to Central Park. I rolled up snow in my hands, threw it at him, and I hit him in the chest. He laughed and chased me we fell into the snow laughing as he gave me a face wash: rubbing snow in my face. We rolled around like children making snow angels and building a snowman. He wrapped his arms around me and we stood looking at our creation we were proud parents to Mr. Frosty and Peter put his red scarf around his neck.
"Oh you're going to get cold Peter," I said.
"No, I will be fine, I grew up here remember," he smiled.
We continued to walk and got some hot chocolate and decided to take a horse and buggy ride threw Central Park.
He smiled at me, "Now this is a proper date."
"Yeah I think your right, we just did it all backwards," I laughed.
"I wonder how we would have met, if it wasn't for David," he thought out loud.
"I don't know, but I bet if I saw you at a bar, I would come over and you a cheesy pick up line, just to make you smile," I said.
"Oh yeah like what?" he asked. "Like was your dad a thief? Then you would say "No" and I would move in for the kill "he must have been he stole the stars from the sky and placed them in your eyes."
He laughed.
"Baby, are those astronaut pants? Cuz your body is out of this world," I joked.
He laughed, "This one works for me all the time. I used to be a Monkee."
"Oh take me I'm yours" I said dramatically placing my arm over my head and lowering it on to Peter's shoulder.
He put his arm around me, "Yes, you should have been an actress," he joked.
The ride was over and we walked a little more. We both were hungry and settled on a place for lunch. It wasn't any place fancy but they served good home cooking. We smiled and joked and had a wonderful day.
We returned to my Condo like frozen balls of ice. Peter started a fire and he grabbed blankets and pillows off the couch and sat beside it. It felt so nice I loved to hear the crackling of the wood as I stared at the fire. Peter brushed the hair away from my face. Our noses were still red from the winter storm that was brewing.
"I...I don't want to leave in the morning," He started.
"So…don't" I said.
"I would but I made promises to people, I have plans," He smiled.
"Plans can be broken," I smiled.
He leaned over and kissed and took my face in his hands.
"You are something special Mira and I meant what I said I could see my self falling for you."
I smiled back at him frantically searching his eyes for the truth and I think I found it. He was speaking the truth, but he was afraid of getting hurt or maybe just afraid of me knowing how quickly I gave in to his advances fearing that I would easily fall pray with another.
We stood up and shed the blankets; we looked intensely in one another's eyes as we stood looking over New York the wild winds blew the snow, there was a white out.
"If that storm doesn't settle you won't be going any where," I smiled.
"Hey maybe I am getting a sign…Kiss the girl," he whispered.
"It's not saying that. Its not saying anything," I smiled.
"Oh, yes listen to the wind …Kiss…the…girl." Did you hear that?" he asked.
"Oh yes, I think I heard it that time, you better do what it says," I joked.
He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. We fumbled into my room back to my bed and made love just the two of us it was nice.
"So what do you do?" Peter asked his head resting on my stomach.
"Umm well…nothing," I said.
"How is that possible?" he asked.
"Well, I sit in the park in the summer I will watch the people that pass, I will walk and find bargains and trinkets and things," I started. "I read a lot, go to afternoon matinees and I write."
"Do you have any friends here?" he asked.
I waited for a moment.
"No," I said quietly.
"Come to L.A," he said. "Davy and I are there."
"It's a nice dream Peter," I said rubbing my hands threw his hair.
We fell asleep and when I woke he was gone. He didn't wake me and I was upset. I walked into my empty living room. He had tidied the place. I saw that he left me a note and a present. I started to read what he wrote.
Mira,
Thank you for a wonderful New Years. I am so happy to have met you. I am sorry that I didn't wake you up but you looked so peaceful and I couldn't bear to say goodbye. I bought you that present when we went shopping the Morning after…you know and it made me think of you. I hope when you wear it you will think of me sometimes. You are a fascinating person. I left you my cell number and my email address. I hope to see you soon. I want you to come and visit me.
Love Peter
I opened the box and there was a bottle of perfume. I knew the shape. They sold in France "I Love you" was its name. The bottle I had was empty but it was so lovely I kept it.
I smiled as I squirted it on and yes it did remind me of Peter and our morning after.
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