Melanie blinked, her heart skipping beats while Simon stared at her with his serious gaze. Gone was the pranking demon, to be replaced by a more passionate looking man, where his gaze was fixed on her.
Simon caressed her cheek, "There's no pressure if you don't want to. We can continue sitting here—"
"No," whispered Melanie, as the ferris wheel cabin continued to move, completing another round, while she felt the butterflies in her stomach increase.
"Then let us get down once we reach below," stated Simon, and he leaned forward, pressing his lips on hers.
Once they reached below, the ferris wheel stopped, and Simon pushed the door open before helping her out of there, making her feel as if she was a lady from the time where Simon belonged. His hand was firm on hers, and he pulled her away from there, without a word or a whisper to the other couple who were enjoying their time by themselves.
