A satisfied smile filled his face. "Do you still have that costume?"
"Yes."
He smiled again. "We may need to have you wear that for me one day. I'm embarrassed to say how many times I’ve thought about you in that costume."
My insides warmed at the thought of him thinking of me. I'd had no idea I'd made such a lasting impact with my Halloween costume last year. Although I had looked hotter than hell and half of Georgia that night.
"Just name the time and I'll be more than happy to make your fantasies come true," I said in what I hoped was a seductive tone.
He swallowed. "Good to know."
We stared at each other for a few moments, lost in our own thoughts.
He blinked several times, almost as if he were coming out of a dream, possibly a daydream about me, him, and a certain angel costume.
"Back to what we were talking about," he said. "Second, I would have talked to you eventually if we hadn't talked at the bonfire. Each time I saw you, the desire to talk to you and get to know you grew stronger. It was only a matter of time. I think we'd still be here," he said, lifting up our joined hands, "sitting on this Ferris wheel together, hand in hand, even if you hadn't sat by me at the bonfire that night."
I rested my chin on his shoulder and stared up at him, sure there were stars in my eyes. "Yeah, maybe you're right."
"I'm definitely right."
I chuckled lightly.
Our time was almost up, and I wasn't ready to be done riding the Ferris wheel with him. I wanted to freeze time and stay like this with him forever. Tonight had been perfect, the best first date I'd ever had. But there was one thing that would make it even better.
"Have you ever made out on a Ferris wheel before?" I asked.
One side of his mouth tipped up in a half smile. "No. Have you?"
"No." I gave him a mischievous look. "I'm wondering if we should change that."
He didn't waste any time as he took my face in his hands and kissed me, his mouth exploring mine in a slow and savoring way. Gosh, he could kiss.
I lost track of how many more times we went around, but our seat came to a stop and the sound of a throat clearing—loudly—finally broke us apart.
A balding old man in a faded red button up shirt and grease-stained blue pants looked at us with no emotion on his face. "Time's up," he said, his voice low and scratchy.
Rush reached into his pocket and pulled out the remaining tickets and threw them to the man, who barely caught them, the long strand reaching down to his knees.
"Keep it going, my friend," Rush said, before turning back to me and capturing my mouth with his.
The ride started again, and we began to make our way to the top, the old man's voice floating up. "Ah, to be young and in love."
Rush and I weren't quite in love, but with the way things were going, I didn't think it would take long, at least on my end. Especially if he kept kissing me like this.
11
Rush
Igripped the glass of Coke in front of me, afraid I was going to break it as I watched Scarlet dance with some jackass who had his hands all over her. I was sure my eyes were shooting daggers at the guy, and I forced myself to look away, smoothing out my expression.
The Wolf's Den was packed tonight, all of us back from Thanksgiving break wanting to have one last night of fun before classes started up again.
The girl on my left clung to my arm, and I worked to not feel claustrophobic at her closeness. She kept trying to talk to me, but I couldn't stay focused on what she was saying because my eyes kept going to where Scarlet was on the dance floor.
Scarlet looked sexy as hell tonight with her hair swept up and curls that had come loose resting against the sides of her face and neck. Her body was wrapped in a short black leather strapless dress and black heels that accentuated her long, toned legs. Her hands were up in the air above her head as she moved her hips to the beat. I just hoped the dress was tight enough to keep her breasts from popping out.
It was like she tried to find the sexiest outfits she could when she went out just to drive me crazy.
