He
pulls away first, shaking his head at my bravado, and looks at me with a sparkle
in his eyes. “Dear God, Charlie. Are you asking me to make love to you on the
Ferris wheel?”
Giggling,
I reply as I look around appraisingly at the car that we're sitting in. “Maybe. I like the way that the car swings.” Raising my eyebrow, “It
could be interesting.”
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