Sinfully in love

Try to get over it

POV: Hayley 

I wore black jeans and a top and went out to look at him. "You're still no-" 
"I'm waiting for you." He cut me off. He put his leather jacket on. He wore dark grey jeans and a black t-shirt. "We're taking the bike." 

"Can I ride it?" He raised his brow at me and smirked softly. "The bike." 
"No. You're under medication." 
"So what? I've handled that while being tipsy once." I snapped. 

"You have?" He looked at me. Fucking shit. I realized I shouldn't have said that. 
"Just once." 
"You won't do it again." He said, in a way of assuring me. This wasn't a question, it was an order. 

I slightly rolled my eyes and he grabbed the keys from the nightstand. I wore my shoes and we went out of the room. I woke up around 10 pm and had dinner and meds. It's almost midnight now. 

And that's not late for NYC. I stood outside the garage door as he took out the bike. I put mine and his phone in his jacket pocket and sat behind him on the bike. I felt better now, I was starting to feel like the pain was fading away. 

He started the bike and we headed out of the mansion's premises. I wrapped my arms around his torso and rested my hand on his back. "Don't fall asleep like this, Amore." He warned. 
"I won't. I'm watching the city lights." I said. 

It felt like I was an 8-year-old again, going out for night walks with Marcus. "Marcus used to take all of us out like this. One by one every night. We used to get lemonade or candy or ice cream." 

"You make him sound like the perfect father." He said. 
"He was, Dona." I sat straight and moved closer to him on the seat, putting my chest against his back. "Not perfect but a great one," I said and watched him turn left, the opposite way from his hotel. 

"Let's get ice cream." He said and I couldn't stop myself from smiling. After a while, he stopped the bike and I got off. He parked it off the street and came to me. I think it's routine for him to peck my head now. 

I grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him. He kissed me back and I pulled away after a minute. "Where's the ice cream?" I asked, looking around. 
"Just around the corner." 
"Then why did you park here?" I asked. 

"There could be police patrolling. I don't have a number on that." He said and grabbed my hand. He led me around the corner and there was a local store still open. The streets were barely empty, it looked like it was evening right now. 

We went inside the shop and I looked at all the ice cream flavors. "I'm taking Coffee," Dona said and looked at me. 
"Coffee and Vanilla," I said to the shopkeeper. 

He nodded and scooped out the ice creams. "Coffee and Vanilla?" Dona said, looking at me. 
"It tastes good, don't judge," I answered and got the ice creams from the shopkeeper. Dona paid for the ice creams and we headed out. 

We sat near the bike. I mean he stood as I sat on the bike. I licked the ice cream. I took a cone and he took it in a cup. He watched as I ate the ice cream. "Don't say it-" 
"I don't want to think about that, Amore." He said and threw the cup in a bin. "But can't help it." 

I rolled my eyes and finished my cone. He started the bike again and we rode towards his hotel. After an hour or so he stopped in his reserved parking spot at the hotel. I got off and waited for him in the lobby. 

He came and started talking with the receptionist. "Come on." 
"Which room?" 
"I wasn't asking him about that." He said. "I was just greeting him." I nodded. We went to the lift and entered it, pressing the button for the 15th floor, right below the terrace. 

The lift started and I looked at him. "The lifts are slow at night since most people come here drunk." I nodded, looking at him. He looked back at me and stared.