“I do.” I remember every day with her.
“But we’re only doing the Ferris wheel. There will be no orgasms at the top.”
I barely hear her over the fact that she wants to travel into the air with a mechanical machine that could break at any moment and plummet us to our death.
“No kissing. No touching. No petting, heavy or otherwise.”
Maybe I’ll Google the statistics on how often Ferris wheels malfunction and how many deaths are attributed.
“Hart?”
“Yeah?”
“I know you think it’s silly.”
“Silly?”
Try terrifying, horrifying, one of my biggest fears. I’d rather wrestle a rattlesnake—a dozen rattlesnakes. Hell, throw in a crocodile.
“That’s what you said when I suggested it. You know, back in the day. I picked the Ferris wheel because it offered privacy, but you were too good for it. You wanted something with action. Something that would make your stomach turn.”
Yeah, that had been before the accident—and not the one on the football field.
“I did say that, didn’t I?”
Foolish, stupid teenager. It’s coming back to me.
“It’s going to be fun,” she promises, in a way that makes me almost believe her.
“I only agreed because of the making out.” I’ll try anything to get out of it. “Orgasm at the top.”
“Suck it up, buttercup, because that’s not happening.”
I wish the whole thing weren’t happening.
“You have to turn around and head back to the rodeo.”
“We could get caught there. We’re supposed to be sick, remember?” I wonder how many excuses I can come up with to get out of boarding the killer machine?
“I think we’ll be safe. I’m sure if anyone sees us, they’ll turn a blind eye.”
I swing the truck around and head back to the rodeo. Not pleased, but I can handle this. I can handle a fifty-foot spinning wheel. Easy. Breezy.
I park, we grab tickets, and Jade tugs me toward a long line.
Why is it so long first thing in the morning?
It only gives me more time to regret agreeing to do this. And I should be reveling in her touch, but all I can focus on is not letting my feet pivot and run the other way.
Hell, I should’ve just stamped another tattoo on my body.
The Ferris wheel looms above, the sunlight glinting off its frame. Each enclosed cabin is a private sanctuary that would be ideal for making out. But she’s scrapped that, and the damnthings are suspended so fucking high in the sky I wouldn’t be able to make out even if I tried.
“I bet the view from the top is amazing.” Jade’s eyes sparkle with excitement, and her voice is brimming with enthusiasm.
Nah, woman.
Just no.
