Love Beyond The Party Lights

Chapter 4: New York

As I made my way back to the house, I found myself reflecting on the wonderful time I had in Charlotte. While previous visits were enjoyable, this trip was particularly special because of the genuine connection I shared with someone who truly understood and catered to me. Yet, amidst the appreciation, there lingered a sense of apprehension about returning to normalcy once I reached home. Aware of the busyness of his life, I couldn't shake the thought that he might forget about me, perhaps for the best.
Eager to share my experience, I called my best friend, recounting every detail while still basking in the memories of disbelief. However, the reality of pending work obligations quickly crept in. My prolonged absence had already led to procrastination, and it was time to get back to the tasks at hand.
I usually cook on Sundays to meal prep for the week, but since I won't be home, I'll just grab some takeout. I've been checking my phone repeatedly, hoping for a text from Elias, but nothing. I didn't want to be that one that text first.
Finally got my bags packed and photos submitted; guessing I'll grab some food. On the way to Hawkers for my pad Thai, my phone dings. I almost wrecked trying to check it, hoping it was him. Disappointed to see it was my manager, sending my plane tickets and room details for tomorrow's flight. I really need to change my ringtone for notifications; who sets it the same as their text messages anyway?
It feels great to finally be back and relax. I feel like I'm rarely home lately, always on the go and hardly getting to spend time in my apartment. I'm lying here, full after my shower, scrolling through Netflix, trying to find something to watch. I haven't been in the mood for romance movies since I gotten back home. I decided to put on Halloween since it's still on Netflix and it's one of my favorites.
I couldn't focus on anything else; all I could think about was Elias's piercing gaze, his smirk, and the way he licked his lips, revealing the dimple in his left cheek. The thoughts of him was making me horny in a way that had me let out a loud moan. It's like my body was craving for his touch his big soft hands. When he slide me towards him on the floor and flip me over  started kissing all over me. I just can't figure out why I can't get him out of my mind. I've been with others before, but there's something about him that just drives me wild.
An hour into the movie, and I haven't even paid attention to a single scene. I been obsession over what seem like the best sex I've had ever. Heck my dick think so to because it's hard as fuck right now and dripping pre cum everywhere.
Not paying attention to the time, I really need to get to sleep to ensure I make it to the airport on time tomorrow morning. I'm thrilled about this sponsored trip. Meeting new people and receiving free gifts always excites me. I'm especially looking forward to rooming with Chris, whom I've had a crush on since I first saw his YouTube video of him and his ex but I think they broke up and she moved away. Who would have thought I'd end up here, doing deals and taking trips with people I used to watch faithfully on YouTube? Now, I need to make sure I act as if I'm on their level, not just a fan. After all, I must be on their level to share a room and be on the same trip with the same status.
As the night wears on, I set my alarm and begin to feel the weight of sleepiness creeping over me. I go through my bedtime routine, preparing myself for a good night's rest so I can wake up refreshed and ready for my flight to New York City in the morning. With anticipation for the trip bubbling inside my mind, already filled with visions of the adventures that await me in the Big Apple, I close my eyes and drift off into a contented sleep.
As the first light of dawn creeps through my windows, my alarm woke me up, signaling the start of a new day and the beginning of my journey to New York City. With a sense of urgency, I leap out of bed, hastily gathering my belongings and double-checking my packing list. Time is of the essence, and I can't afford to miss my flight.
Rushing out the door, I hail an Uber, my heart racing with the fear of being late. The driver navigates through the city streets weaving through traffic as I anxiously glance at the time ticking away on my phone. It feels like an eternity as we race towards the airport, the tension mounting with each passing minute.
Finally, we arrive at the airport, and I sprint through the bustling Delta terminal, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I dodge fellow travelers and navigate the maze of security checkpoints. With only moments to spare, I reach the gate, relief flooding through me as I board the plane just in time. As the plane soars through the sky, I look out the window, watching as the landscape transforms below me. Soon, the sprawling metropolis of New York City comes into view, its towering skyscrapers reaching towards the heavens like sentinels of progress and possibility.
Stepping off the plane, I find myself immersed in the vibrant energy of the city, the air thick with the scent of exhaust and the cacophony of honking horns and bustling crowds filling my ears. It's a sensory overload, overwhelming yet exhilarating all at once. Making my way through the crowded streets, I marvel at the sights and sounds of the city, the towering buildings casting long shadows as they stretch towards the sky. Smoke billows from street pot holes, adding to the surreal atmosphere as I soak in the sights and sounds of the bustling city.
My hotel is just a few blocks away, but I decide to walk, eager to soak in the energy and vibrancy of the city streets. With each step, I feel a sense of excitement and anticipation building within me, eager to explore all that New York City has to offer.
As I walk, I can't help but feel a sense of wonder and awe at the city around me. It's a feeling unlike any other, a sense of being part of something greater than myself as I navigate the busy streets of New York City, ready to embark on a new adventure.