The next two days became a Lucian feast for the senses.
That strange warmth, that addictive sense of comfort, drove him to not want to be with Cate all the time.
In class, his hand would naturally find her hand under the table. Their hands would be clasped together through gloves, and their arms would touch naturally.
In the crowded cafeteria, his arms would wrap around her shoulders domineeringly, protecting her by his side.
When Lucian was sweating profusely in the training room, Cate was sitting in the stands nearby, his eyes never leaving for a moment. And he would always find various excuses to pause training and walk up to her. Cate would lean on the railing and always wipe his sweat, and his arms would inadvertently brush against his body. Lucian was almost addicted to that warm feeling.
And Cate also completely fell.
The love in this boy's eyes was so pure and passionate, without a trace of impurity. All his actions stemmed from an instinctive closeness and desire, which made all her past wariness and uneasiness seem ridiculous.
She began to enjoy this feeling of being needed and infatuated, and even responded proactively. She would stand on tiptoes and kiss his cheek, whisper in his ear, and enjoy the moment when he froze for this.
They have become the most popular couple on campus, envied by others.
When the appointed day arrived, Times Square.
On the huge electronic billboard, light and shadow intersect, reflecting the entire square like daylight. The noisy crowds and honking horns constitute a unique symphony of New York.
"Look!" She dragged him and rushed to Broadway's theater, ""The Phantom of the Opera"! I've always wanted to see it!"
They bought the tickets and sat in the darkness of the theater for two and a half hours. Lucian had no interest in musicals, but when the soprano reached the highest note, Cate's fingers suddenly tightened on his palm. He tightened his grip accordingly.
"God, I hate Broadway." Lucian came out of the theater and stretched exaggeratedly, "Those guys who wear tight pants and sing operas give me goosebumps all over."
"But you obviously enjoyed watching it." Cate held his arm and laughed so hard. She wore a beautiful dress today, with exquisite makeup on her face, and her whole body was glowing.
"That's because you're next to me." Lucian leaned into her ear and responded in a low voice, which earned the girl a shy eye roll.
They plunged into M&M's World. In front of the huge wall of chocolate beans, Cate was like a child, excitedly picking out various colors. Lucian was responsible for paying and taking photos. In the camera, the girl's smile was sweeter than the candies behind her.
The next stop was Madame Tussauds. She took a photo with the wax figures of Lucian and Homelander, posing as if they were being beaten.
"Come on, future members of the Seven," she held up her phone and blinked narrowly, "Practice in advance how to stand with the leader."
Then, they went to see Queen Maeve's latest movie - "Queen Maeve: Her Majesty the Queen". In the dark theater, when the heroine on the screen waved her sword, Cate gently leaned her head on his shoulder. Their hands met in the popcorn bucket and never separated again.
Night has completely fallen.
The Nasdaq large screen and the countless giant LED curtain walls around it began to put on the most gorgeous light show, cutting the night sky into pieces of flowing color panels.
Cate leaned in Lucian's arms, looking up at the artificial starry sky with a satisfied smile on his face.
"We should go back," Lucian glanced at the time, "Otherwise you will miss Principal Shetty's 'psychological counseling'."
He just mentioned it casually, but the girl in his arms suddenly stiffened.
Cate raised her head, her beautiful blue eyes shining with a complicated light under the neon lights. She stood up on tiptoes and came close to his ear, her warm breath brushing against his ear.
"I'm... on leave tonight."
Lucian's breathing stopped for half a beat.
He understands.
He didn't say anything, he just grabbed Cate's hand and turned around and walked to the nearest hotel nearby.
The hotel room is on a high floor, with a huge floor-to-ceiling window showing the bright night view of the entire Manhattan.
But neither of them was in the mood to appreciate it.
The moment the door was closed, they kissed each other fiercely and eagerly, as if they wanted to rub each other into their bodies. Their clothes were roughly peeled off and scattered on the floor.
The city lights cast mottled light and shadow on the floor, walls, and their entangled bodies. The air was filled with the smell of her perfume, mixed with their hot breath, like a slow drowning.
In the entanglement of sheets and limbs, the black leather glove was caught by something unknown, slipped from Cate's hand, and fell on the carpet.
Cate's movements froze. Those gloves were a barrier between her and the world.
Lucian held her naked hand at this moment.
"It's okay. I'm here."
Energy exploded from the point of contact between the two, more violent than ever before. Lucian was almost unsteady due to the impact of this warm current, but there was nothing strange on his face. He attributed this to the magic of love.
At this moment when Lucian was overwhelmed by the warmth, Cate's face was very close, her breathing was a little quick, and her blue eyes reflected his reflection, and also reflected a trace of desperate madness.
"Do you love me?"
This question appears like a tiny crack in this sea of fanaticism.
"Love."
The word came out of my mouth without any hesitation.
This is an answer that comes from the depths of his soul. It is the only and absolute truth in his tampered memory.
Cate feels it.
Her ability, her ability that made her miserable and disgusted, gave her the answer she wanted most at this moment. There were no lies, no deceptions, no hypocrisy. She could "hear" that every syllable spoken by this man came from the most sincere emotions.
A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, not because of sadness, but because of a huge, fulfilled ecstasy.
She smiled, bright and coquettish.
The last line of defense completely collapsed.
The pain only lasts for a moment, and for Supe, whose physical fitness is far beyond that of ordinary people, it is almost negligible.
And that ultimate pleasure was infinitely magnified.
He could feel the energy becoming more and more majestic and vast. And his tampered consciousness interpreted all of this as the pinnacle experience of love.
In this blending of spirit and flesh, he felt Cate's nails gently dig into his back, which was a mark declaring sovereignty.
"You are truly mine..."
She murmured into his ear in a voice that was a mixture of intoxication and possessiveness.