Dominic Adams and I met at a party. A New Year's party, to be specific, hosted by my best friend, Aurora.
"Carly, you have to meet this guy!" she said. Her green eyes were sparkling from more than just the champagne.
"No, Rory. Not another set-up. I want to start this new year right. Single." I sipped my drink and avoided her eyes.
"Oh come on, Carly! He's a peach! A real gentleman. And he is so handsome! Plus, he is Irish." She nudged me with her elbow and winked. "At least let me introduce you!"
"You sound so old fashioned, Rory. A 'peach'?"
"It's the perfect description of him though. He is sweet and absolutely delicious looking." She winked at me, again.
"Fine, fine. But only so you stop pestering me about it." I sighed.
I
let her drag me, by my elbow, across the room to meet this guy. This
would be the fourth guy she had "introduced" me to in the past year.
Ever since Andrew, my Scottish knave, deserted me, she had been bringing
me any cute European guy she could find. I was beginning to get tired
of it, thinking maybe Europe and I were not meant to be. All the other
gents (Roderick, Ambrose, Donovan and Keegan, respectively) had been
boring and incredibly self-centered. I was in no mood to meet another
"gentleman." However, though I acted differently, I was not
disappointed with what I saw.
Dominic had black hair and vivid
blue eyes; a Pierce Brosnan look-alike in a leather jacket. Besides his
jacket he was wearing ripped blue jeans and a t-shirt that hugged the
curves of his sculpted muscles. I couldn't help but gawk. He was so
beautiful, so absolutely perfect. Unlike his predecessors.
"Dominic, this is my friend, Carly. Carly, this is Dom." said Rory. He took my hand in a firm, but gentle, handshake.
"Nice
to meet you." he said. He had a slight Irish brogue and, though I tried
to hide it, I melted a little bit. We shook hands for at least a
minute, eyes locked and electricity sparking like lightning between us.
I
had never believed in love at first sight. I thought it was a pretty
fairy tale told to naive school girls. I was resisting the urge to call
it love. Inwardly calling myself ridiculous and silly. However, as corny
as it sounds, I fell for him immediately. His voice, his whole stance,
everything was drawing me in. I told myself it could be a trap, but I
completely ignored that voice and continued to revel in the feel of his
hand on mine.
Aurora cleared her throat and gave me an "I told
you so" look. We let go, leaving me feeling sheepish. He grinned, rather
foolishly, and we stood awkwardly, not speaking, for a few minutes.
"Would
you like to go out onto the balcony?" he asked, gesturing toward the
French double doors of Aurora's apartment. I could only nod meekly, too
shy to speak. He took my hand and began to lead me toward the outside. I
turned, slightly, to look at Rory. She gave me a thumbs up and smiled. I
turned back toward Dom and allowed him to open the door and usher me
out onto the balcony.
It was chilly, snow lying like powdered
sugar all over everything, and we were the only ones on the porch. It
was clear outside, in spite of the snow, the moon hanging low on the
horizon and a million glittering stars scattered across the darkness
like fallen diamonds. A shooting star raced across the sky, just above
the New York skyline. It was like a sign. This was fate, right?
"Make
a wish." he whispered, coming up behind me. I didn't realize I was
shivering until he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. He was so
forward, so touchy-feely, so sexy. I had to remind myself to breathe. I
couldn't wish for a more perfect moment.
"Did you make a wish?" I asked, looking back and up into his beautiful blue eyes.
"No need." he said, winking. I blushed, flattered and feeling a little like swooning.
"How
long have you been in New York?" I asked. I was trying to start a real
conversation, get to know him better before I jumped into bed with him.
My brain said "This is easy" and my heart said "Skip the chit-chat." He
made it very difficult to think.
"A year and a half now." he
replied. "I've been in the states six years, but I've always wanted to
see New York. So I hitch-hiked my way here, doing small jobs to get by. I
lived in Seattle, Denver, Indianapolis, DC and finally made it here."
"Sounds
interesting." I said, more than a little awestruck by his wandering. I
had always wanted to back-pack across Europe and he had back-packed
across America. "What are you doing for work now?"
"I've been
working for Macy's six months now. Before that I worked for an art
magazine in Soho. I'm also attending school, trying to get a degree of
some sort."
"What did you do for the magazine?" I asked, my curiosity peaking.
"I was an arts editor. I decided what was and was not art. Apparently my opinions were no longer desired and I quit."
"What kind of degree are you wanting to get?"
"I'd love to be an art critic, or an actual artist. In the meantime however, I'm studying business."
"What made you decide to move to America?" I asked, a little timidly.
"I
actually moved for my girlfriend. She got a job here and we decided to
make a go of it." He looked at me, very intently, gauging my response.
I
pulled away from him, slightly disgusted with myself for allowing his
behaviour, knowing he had a girlfriend. I knew it had to be some sort of
trap, he was too perfect to be available. At least that is what I
thought at the time.
"You have a girlfriend and you act like this with strange women?" I asked, indignantly.
"We broke up. Shortly after I moved here, in fact. She had found someone better and she was never that interested in hiking."
"How old were you when you decided to move here?" I asked, trying to recover from my rudeness.
"Eighteen. She was twenty, then."
Slightly
ashamed of my knee-jerk reaction without any explanation, I allowed him
to pull me back to him. We were quiet for a few moments; pondering the
beauty of the night sky, our feelings, our conversation. He held me
closer than he had before, as if my reaction had confirmed his first
impression of me. I wouldn't know until later why that was.
I
forget how long we stood there, in the snow and chill. For most of it we
stood quietly, staying warm by being pressed against each other. We
chatted a little more, though I can't honestly remember what half of it
was about. We stood there long enough that I heard the countdown to
midnight begin inside Rory's apartment. He turned me towards him,
pressed against his chest, and, as they said one, he kissed me.
In
my head there were explosions of pleasure. In my memory of that night I
will always see Cary Grant and Grace Kelley kissing with the fireworks
exploding behind them. He made me weak and, if it was possible, even
more attracted to him. I wanted to take him home and curl up with him
like a good book. Of course, I wouldn't be reading when we curled up.
Rory
opened one of the doors, interrupting our moment. I pulled away
quickly, blushing furiously. He smiled, his grin quirky and slightly
flustered. His hands moved in front of himself, hiding any growing
evidence of attraction. I grabbed Rory's arm and steered her back
inside.
"It's a little too cold out on the porch, don't you think?" She whispered, smiling wickedly.
"Hush!" I exclaimed, flustered with arousal and embarrassment. "This is your fault anyway, you are the one that introduced us!"
"I
wasn't quite expecting you to move so fast. Especially not on my
balcony." she replied, smiling like a Cheshire cat. She nodded toward
the door and I looked over to see Dom coming back inside. He smiled at
me, even as he began a conversation with another girl. I felt a surge of
jealousy that he would be talking to someone else, especially after
that show stopping kiss. Leaving Rory smirking, I sauntered over to Dom
and put an arm around his waist, pulling him as close to me as possible.
I
smiled, a feral smile, at the girl he was talking to and she quickly
excused herself to the restroom. Once she was gone, I smiled again, this
time sweetly.
"Would you like to escort me back to my apartment? I live in Greenwich Village and I'd rather not go alone."
He
apparently liked this idea and I winked at Rory as we left, arm in arm.
When we arrived at my apartment, instead of jumping into bed, we ended
up staying up until eight in the morning talking about our interests. I
discovered his love for art and the National Gallery in DC. He talked
about how he worked for an art gallery in Belfast, when he lived in
Ireland. He talked about painting and drawing. He talked about how
beautiful I was and how he wanted to draw me someday.
We talked
about our favorite foods. He loved peanut butter and fried banana
sandwiches. I loved white chocolate and apple fudge. We sipped at rose
wine and nibbled on cold crepes I had fixed for breakfast. We talked
about our favorite books. Mine being 'Exquisite Corpse' and his being
'Flowers for Algernon.' We talked about our favorite movies, plays,
music, pieces of art. Anything we could think of, we talked about. We
even discussed politics. Whenever I disagreed with one of his points he
would kiss me so that I forgot what I was saying.
We fell asleep, curled on my futon, watching "Much Ado About Nothing."
When
we woke up, I fixed us some hazelnut crepes with white chocolate
drizzle. We talked some more about things we enjoyed. We spent an hour
playfully arguing over a game of chess we ended up forgetting about. We
watched "Henry V" and discussed Shakespeare's use of insults, his
creation of words and some of his sonnets. He read to me from one of my
many books of sonnets. We acted as though we had been together for
years, perfectly at ease and secure in this new romance.
When he
finally left, he gave me his number and kissed me goodbye. We agreed to
meet up again as soon as possible. I waved goodbye as his taxi drove
off, clutching his number to my heart. I couldn't have imagined any
meeting going better. I silently thanked Rory for her insistence.
And I started off the new year right. With a new boyfriend.
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