Firsts: A Boys Over Flowers Fanfiction

Chapter 2

Author's Message: Welcome to the next installment of "Firsts". This is a lot of fun playing with characters in the style of fanfiction. Even though the Taylor Swift-like character has a lot of me. Minus the super pop starness, of course. But really, it's fun writing the chemistry between these two. Going to be exciting to see where this all leads. I'm warning you that I'm a pantser. So, I like to get in my characters brains and let them go as if I'm a fly on the wall. So, it's great having a definite concept of what Tiffany and Joon-Pyu are like so I can be just as surprised with what happens to them. So, enjoy this next adventure. It will lead to their budding future together.

Chapter 2

He didn't want to wake from this dream. Tiffany had led him from the club back to the limo. They were driving through to somewhere he didn't know. She was leaning on him, holding his hand while holding a drink. He could feel the nearness of her body, her curves fitting next to him. The scent of roses from her drifted through him. She was intoxicating. His arm fit around her and she moved closer to him, leaning her hand on his chest.

She looked into his eyes. "I want to take you somewhere special to me. I like to go there every time I come to New York."

His hand could fit around her slim waist, like she fit nicely next to him. He didn't want to let go. The moment was too perfect. He didn't want to stop it by getting out of the limo. But he didn't want to disappoint her. "Where is it?"

"Nearby. I promise." She leaned into him and gave him another mind-blowing kiss. All thought of refusing her gave way. She was infecting his heart. How could someone do this to him so quickly?

The limo stopped along the curb. The driver got out and opened the door for them. She got out first, leading him by the hand again. She loved to take the lead. It was refreshing. She downed her drink and tossed the cup to the floor of the limo. "I hate to litter. And this place is too beautiful to destroy."

The driver tipped his hat as she turned to go into a tree-lined path outlined by a rot iron fence on either side. He smiled. It looked like a park. There was only one this big in the center of New York. It had to be the famous Central Park he'd heard about. He hadn't found the time to explore it yet.

They walked hand in hand through the street lighted pathway through the middle of Central Park. Shadows of trees towered over them, while newly fallen leaves dotted the ground they walked over.

"I can walk out here and everything seems to fall away." He could sense the trusting tone in her voice. He was feeling at ease just being with her. "I don't know why, but Central Park seems to have this magic to calm me."

"I haven't been here yet."

She stopped to look at him. "You're visiting New York and haven't been to the Park yet?"

"I haven't had time until now." He turned to look at her. She moved closer to him and he couldn't resist pulling her closer to him. He wanted the gap between them to go away, and to hold her all night.

She put her hands up to his chest, leaning her head against him, and sighed. He was taken aback about how she could just trust him. Someone she had just met. He couldn't resist her total trust. It was something he'd not found before. It made his head swim with longing. How could someone this delicate trust him so utterly?

"You make me feel safe." Her voice surprised him. It was like she was reading his thoughts.

"Why do you think so?" He whispered afraid of the answer.

"You don't want me for my fame or money. You just seem to see me right now. I like that. I feel like I can be myself with you."

"You can't do that?"