“Well,” she says, looking around but sneaking her hand under her leg right on my cock. “We should maybe find someplace where we can remedy this.” She looks up, and my tongue slides into her mouth, and I get lost in her like always. She lets go of my lips faster than I want her to.

“voilà,” the waitress says, putting down our coffees in front of us and then the plate of beignets in the middle of us with two glasses of water.

Grabbing a beignet, she tears a piece off and puts it in her mouth and moans, closing her eyes. “So good,” she says and then tears a piece off and offers it to me. The powder sugar falls all over her legs while she feeds it to me. She laughs when she almost misses my mouth and leaves a big dot of white power. She leans in and wipes my lips with her thumb, and then she kisses me. “It tastes even better on you,” she says and then tells me about the almond croissants from Paris that are her absolute favorites. Her hands going nuts when she describes them to me.

We get up after I pay the bill, and she holds out her hand for me. I grab it as we walk to Washington Square Park. “Let’s walk through the park,” she says, pulling me through the path, and at this moment with her here, I know I would follow her anywhere she wanted to go. I would give her anything she wants just to see her smile. We walk down the paved road, and she stops at an empty bench in the middle of three elm trees that hang down. “Sit with me,” she says, sitting down and watching the grassy area where people are going about their day. I sit next to her and stretch my arm across the back of the cast-iron bench. She leans into me, sitting back and crossing her legs as my thumb rubs her arm. “Do you ever people watch and make up stories in your head about them?”

“No,” I say, looking at her. Her hand comes up and holds the hand I’m rubbing her arm with. Our fingers linked together.

“See that woman over there with the stroller?” She points at a woman walking down the path with a baby sleeping in the stroller. “She woke up to her husband going down on her, and her screams of ecstasy woke the baby.”

I laugh. “Or she was up all night because the baby is teething, and she just wants to sit down and cry.” She shrugs.