Chapter 12

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When we got outside, about 6 more inches of snow had fell. We could barely walk. The wind was powerful and the ice was pelting our faces at full speed. I looked around and saw no cabs or people out. All I saw was white. There's no way someone's gonna pick us up. I scuffed loudly and the grabbed kennedys hand before heading back inside. Once back inside, I pulled out my phone. Right as I was about to call my mom, I stopped myself. She can't know. Suddenly, I heard the elevator doors open. Of course, Jimmy walked out. He saw me and started to walk towards me. "No, no. Just leave me alone" I said. He ignored me and grabbed my hand. "I'm not going to say anything or try anything. I noticed the snow had gotten even worse. We're under a blizzard warning. You should come back up to my apartment and I'll make you guys some hot chocolate or something" he said. "Aren't you supposed to be heading back to work?" I asked. "You think I can get to 30 Rock in this?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and looked away. "No thank you" I said. "Stevie" my sister whined. I looked at her. Her face was pale and her nose was bright red. "I'm sorry, Kennedy, but I'm not going back to his apartment." I said. "You can't stay down here. Before you know it, the powers going to go out" he said. "We'll be fine" I said. Suddenly, right on cue, the power went out. I looked at Jimmy as If he had done it. He looked around and then looked at me. "It gets pretty cold and I have a fireplace." He said.

When we got back up to his apartment, I sat totally opposite of Jimmy. As the fireplace crackled, Jimmy brought out a pack of marshmallows and crackers with chocolate. He sat them down in front of us as he went and got some metal roasting sticks. "Seriously?" I asked as I looked at him. He looked at me a smiled. "Awesome!" Kennedy exclaimed as she grabbed for a cracker. I shot her a look. She rolled her eyes and grabbed a marshmallow. Jimmy looked at me and raised and eyebrow. "Don't even try to do that after what you said" I said. "Stevie" he scuffed. "What is with you? You kiss me and tell me all this shit about you and I and then you go and say shit like "I'm married" and "my daughters can't know" it's really confusing." I said as I stared at The fire. "Ya know, I knew someone who was a lot like you. The would always get involved in something bad and then swear They would NEVER go back or get involved again. In the end, they would always would just give in and go back. I feel like you're gonna come back." He said. I busted out laughing. I couldn't help it. That was stupidest thing I had ever heard. "Yeah okay, whatever" I said as I looked back at the fire. "I'm only here because of the weather, as soon as the snow stops, I'm going home" I said. "I have an idea" Jimmy said as he got up. "By the way, where are your daughters?" I asked. "Daycare" he yelled back. Of course. About 20 seconds later, he came back with a guitar in hand. "No, oh my god. What the hell?" I laughed. "What else am I supposed to do" he replied as he pulled out a guitar pick. "You play guitar?!" Kennedy asked with excitement. "Yep" he said. He started to strum a few chords. "What's your favorite song?" He asked. "I'm not doing this" I said. "What's your favorite song?" He asked Kennedy. "Uhmmmm, Let it Be" she replied. "Ahhhh the Beatles, you're an old soul" he said as he smiled at her. "I guess" she laughed. "Do you know it?" She asked. "Of course" he replied. They both laughed. I stared at them. What the heck? They're like bonding and shit. He started to play. He was actually really good. He started to sing and before I knew it, Kennedy chimed in. They were singing. Together. "Stevie! Come on!" Kennedy said as she laughed. "No" I replied. "Oh come on Stevie!" Jimmy added. The next line was the famous "let it be." "Come on it's the easiest line" Jimmy said. I rolled my eyes and laughed. "Jimmy! Stop" I laughed. "STEEEEVVVIEEEEE" Jimmy and Kennedy both sang at the top of their lungs. "LET IT BEEEE" I finally yelled. "LET IT BE, LET IT BE, LET IT BE, LET IT BE!!" We all sang together at the top of our lungs. Jimmy strung louder. "You guys are ridiculous" I said as I laughed. We were all laughing. "That's was amazing!" Kennedy exclaimed. "Future Beatles right here" Jimmy joked. "So do you still hate me?" Jimmy asked. I stopped laughing and looked at him. He stopped laughing. We were looking into each other's eyes. "Can I talk to you?" I asked. "Somewhere else" I added. "Uh yeah sure" he said as he got up. He led me to the master bedroom. "Okay, what did you wanna talk about" he said as he wiped some s'more off his cheek. I stared into his eyes. They were beautiful, the perfect shade of light brown. He looked at me confused, because I wasn't saying anything. I kissed him. He didn't pull away. I kissed him hard. I don't know why. I was so mad at him, but for some reason, I was deeply in love with him. His hands wondered my body. I let him. I did the same. He started towards the bed. I followed him without breaking eye contact. He lay me down on the bed as he kissed my neck. I let him, I couldn't stop him. He tugged at my jacket. I let him pull it off me. I pulled at his tie and started to untie it. He pulled it off and threw it on the floor. He kissed my neck. "Stop." I said as I sat up. He pushed me back down. I giggled and sat back up. "Ergggg what they heck" he said as he sat up, too. "Jimmy, my sister is out there" I said. "She can wait" he said as he kissed me again. I smiled and pushed him off. "Jimmy." I said. "Okay, fine. I'm not done with you yet" he said as he got up. "I'm sorry for yelling at you, I'm sorry for saying all those things. I just kept denying that I liked you because obviously, I'm married. But I can't keep denying it anymore and I think I'm ok with that" he said. As he tied his tie and fixed his hair, I stared at him. I can't keep pushing him away. I can't keep denying to myself that I love him. He's amazing and funny and everything I've ever wanted. He's married. That always seemed to pop up. I'm in love with this man, I can't help it. He had told me his wife was traveling with the girls the night everything happened. I couldn't help but feel bad for her. She was so nice and while she was away, I slept with her famous husband. Whatever. I love him and he loves me. I think.

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