Burn (Michael Bennett 7)
“said the middle-aged little cabbie with an Indian accent.“The Plaza Hotel. On the double!” Mary Catherine yelled out before I could open my mouth.I stared at her, my mouth gaping as the cab pulled out.“Oh, that’s how we’re going to play it, are we?” I said as I began to tickle her. “What happened to all that ‘things better left unsaid’ stuff?”“That was then,” she said, laughing, and then she did it.Mary Catherine leaned in and gave me what I’d wanted more than anything since the night started.A nice long taste of her red lips.“This is now, Michael,” she said, pulling me closer.We kissed slowly as the lights of the city swept through the windows and the rain pounded hard on the cab’s roof. We came up for air as we stopped before a dripping red traffic light.“Sorry,” Mary Catherine said to the cabbie.“No, please. Perfectly fine, in fact,” the cabbie said, looking at us in the rearview. “I like to see people in love. And I know the real thing when I see it.”I watched Mary Catherine reapp...ly her lipstick as there was a hum.MoreLess
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