I’m thinking so hard, I barely realize we’re now sitting on the Ferris wheel together. He’s sitting close to me, and he casually puts his arm around my shoulder. I can’t help it. My body leans into him, and I rest my head on his shoulder. I feel like I’ve died and gone to hottie heaven. Please, God, or hottie gods, whoever, don’t let this ride end. Pretty soon we are stuck at the very top of the Ferris wheel, looking down at the pretty lights. He says, “Boots.” I raise my head up, and that’s when he kisses me. A slow, perfect, time-stood-still, fireworks-in-my-eyes kind of kiss. And it was
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