Grace's POV
We walk the dark streets of New York, his hand intertwined with mine. I look over as he does to me, and I laugh a little. Resting my head on his shoulder for a moment, he kisses my cheek.
We're at Chester's apartment building, and we enter the door silently. We climb the stairs quickly, not wanting to wait for the elevator. I can't stop smiling; today was amazingly normal and so much fun.
When Chester unlocks the door to his apartment he scoops me up and carries me inside.
"Why the romantics?" I ask teasingly as he places me back on the ground.
"Because I love you, and I hope one day I'll carry you across a threshold being your husband." Chester says, pulling me close.
He kisses my mouth, but his lips soon begin peppering kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I wrap my arms around him and step back towards the bedroom. I can feel Chester's lips turn up in a smile against my collar bone as he notices where I'm going.
"What a night in NYC." He murmurs.
