"I like a man who knows what he wants. For here or to go?"
"To go, please," Drake said, pulling Serena against his side. "We've got a lot of ground to cover before noon."
Serena read the description of the Chocolate Orgasm. The name alone was enough for her to get excited, but the description-a decadent chocolate-cake-style doughnut filled with rich, creamy chocolate pudding, dipped in Hershey's chocolate syrup, and rolled in crushed chocolate cookies-had her licking her lips.
"Ah, tourists, huh?" the blonde said as she carefully put the doughnuts into a bag.
"I just moved here from the Cape." Serena nudged Drake. "Which means Drake's the tourist."
After she made their coffees, they followed her down to the cash register. "Well, I'm Abby. I hope you'll come back often. It's nice to get to know new faces."
Drake paid and said, "I have a feeling you'll have a hard time getting my girlfriend to stay away."
Serena's heart skipped at girlfriend. It sounded even better coming off his lips than she'd imagined.
"A fellow sugar fiend," Abby said. "I look forward to seeing you again … ?"
"Serena," she said. "And this is Drake."
"Enjoy your orgasm," Abby said, and then she went to help another customer.
As they left, Drake tugged Serena closer and whispered, "Silly baker put a hole in the middle of the Chocolate Orgasm instead of giving it a creamy center. Guess that means I get to dip my chocolate in your cream."
Heat spread through her chest at his naughty innuendo. "How do you know I want the Boston cream doughnut?"
His scruff hit her cheek again, and in a voice that nearly melted her panties off, he rasped something dirty.
She gasped, and he chuckled.
"See what happens when you unleash the beast? Too much for you, Supergirl?"
"Never." And now all she could think about was his naughty whispers.
Half an hour later, Serena was still riding a sugar-and-Drake-high as they explored Faneuil Hall Marketplace. It was like they'd walked into another world, full of colorful shops, brick-and-stone courtyards, and historic buildings, all of which gave the area a festive feel. They moved with the crowds, shopping and checking out kiosks.
"This reminds me of a bigger, upscale Provincetown," Serena said. "Only different."
"I like how you relate places to home." He looked over the heads of the people around them, leading her through the crowd to a kiosk selling sunglasses. He chose a pair of bright purple shades and put them on Serena. "Now, that's high fashion."
She glanced in the mirror, beside which was a pair of green sunglasses and a straw hat. She snagged them both and put them on him. "Are you ready to hit Palm Springs, darling?"
They tried on several pairs of funky sunglasses, teasing each other and being silly, and finally bought matching gold-framed glasses. Hers had pink lenses and his had blue. At the next kiosk, Serena bought a hair clip and put her hair up in a messy bun to get sun on her shoulders. Drake immediately claimed the bare skin with a series of scintillating kisses.
They moved from one shop to the next, and when they rounded one of the three main shopping buildings, they came upon street performers.
"Let's watch!" Serena dragged Drake toward a couple doing acrobatics in the middle of a crowd. A short distance away, a man hung upside down wearing what looked like a straitjacket.
"Look!" She headed that way.
Drake laughed. "You're like a little girl in a candy store."
"I can't help it. This is so fun." She was mesmerized by the escape artist manipulating his way out of the restraints. The crowd cheered, and she clapped and bounced on her toes. She turned toward Drake to hug him and realized he'd been watching her, not the show.
He lifted her off her feet, smiling into their kisses. When he set her back on her feet, he kept hold of her, gazing into her eyes with a look she felt rather than read. It was like he was seeing more of her than anyone ever had.
"What?" she asked tentatively.
"It feels good not to have to hide when I want to look at you or touch you."
Did he have any idea how much that meant to her? "You sure do know how to make a girl walk on air," she said as she wound her arms around his neck. "Now kiss me before I climb you like a tree."
And he did.
Thoroughly.
Just as she felt herself walking on air, he pulled out his phone and checked the time, making her painfully aware of their morning together coming to an end.
HAVING LOST TRACK of time, they had to hurry. There were so many things Drake wanted to say and do, but suddenly words evaded him. On the walk back to Serena's apartment, he tried to ignore the pang of longing already forming in his gut. He contemplated backing out of the sailing trip with Hagen in order to stay with Serena a few hours longer, but he couldn't do that to his nephew. But leaving Serena also felt like the wrong thing to do. They'd only just come together. He'd lived practically every day of the last four years with her by his side. Five days apart seemed like an eternity, and he hadn't even left yet.
When they crossed the harbor, she thanked him again for driving up from the Cape, and he heard a hint of sadness in her voice, tugging at his heartstrings even more. By the time they reached her block, they were holding each other tighter, walking slower, as if they could delay the inevitable. He wondered when he'd become such a wimp that he couldn't push the heartache away. She'd opened Pandora's box, and the trouble was, he didn't want to close it, or push any of his emotions aside any longer.
Across the street from her apartment building, a group of people were playing music on the grass. Serena's eyes lit up and she opened her mouth, like she was going to say something. In the next breath, the light in her eyes dimmed. He knew she was worried about time. He had to leave right away, but there was no way he'd leave without a smile on his girl's face.
"Come on," he said, and headed across the street.
She hurried to keep up. "You can't be late for Hagen."
"I'll drive fast."
They stepped onto the sidewalk and crossed the lawn to the group of musicians. A guy and a girl lay on a blanket taking selfies, a banjo resting by their feet. Beside them, two guys were playing guitars and a girl held a saxophone, singing along. A few feet away, a woman with long hair was teaching a redheaded man to play the guitar.
Serena snuggled against Drake's side and said, "Remind you of home?" Their go-to event with their friends had always been bonfires on the beach. Sometimes all of Matt's siblings and in-laws would come, along with Harper's siblings and some of their other friends. Drake and the guys would play the guitar, making up songs as they went.
"Almost." What he wanted to say suddenly became very clear. He waited for one of the guys to set down his guitar. Then he pulled out his wallet and said, "Excuse me. I'll give you a hundred bucks if you'll loan me your guitar so I can sing my girlfriend a song."
The guy's eyes widened. "Sure, man. Take it." He held out the guitar, and Drake gave him the cash.
"Drake!" Serena's beautiful eyes widened with shock.
He leaned in and kissed her. "This is for you, Supergirl."
He played the tune for "Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol, modifying the lyrics just for her. He was vaguely aware of the guy who had lent him the guitar videoing him singing.
I'll do it all
Just for you
Every day
I don't need
Anyone
Or anything else
Emotions brimmed in her eyes. He continued playing the guitar as he kissed her cheek and then fell back into the song.
When I'm with you
Just by your side
Everything feels right
It's become clear
What to do
How to feel
How can we have just begun
When it feels like you've been here all along?
He sang a few more verses, and as the last words left his lips, tears streamed down Serena's cheeks and trembling hands covered her mouth and nose. He lowered the guitar in one hand, and she threw her arms around his neck.
Cheers and applause rang from a crowd that had formed out around them.
"I have been here all along," she said through kisses. "Just like you have."
"And I always will be."
Chapter Eleven
I BET PICKING out an outfit to wear the first day of work is ten times harder than choosing a wedding dress! I have to run. Tell everyone I say hi, and when Drake gets back from his run, give him a big sloppy kiss on the cheek for me! Serena sent the text to Desiree, shoved her phone in the messenger bag Mira insisted she buy at The Now, and headed into the elevator of her office building. She was still on an adrenaline high from her time with Drake. Starting her new job added a dose of nervous energy to the adrenaline.
She was buzzing!
Two sharply dressed men in suits entered the elevator, flashing friendly enough glances before returning to their conversation. The taller of the two glanced over again. His bright green eyes held a silent greeting. She imagined Drake standing next to her, growling at the guy, and suppressed a giggle. A pretty, painfully skinny blond woman and a lanky, bearded guy wearing thick, black-framed glasses and skinny dress slacks stepped in, standing against the side wall. Serena smiled, feeling confident in her red pencil skirt and white blouse. They smiled, then tipped their heads, whispering to each other. She felt like the new girl at school.