Public Display of Affection...
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[Fast forward to One Hour later...]
"Christian, I swear I'm feeling all energize now. I've already finished eating some of my chocolates, the burger and drinking my coke. So, please let's go ride some rides again." I pleaded him again and again within the past hour that I’m already fine and can go on to any rides but he’s still reluctant looking unconvinced. "We've been sitting here for like how many hours now and there's no point idling by in the Carnival. We're missing the fun right in front of us." I pointed out gesturing to the scene before us exaggerating about how many hours have passed when it’s actually just about an hour. Well, on my defense it really did felt like a couple of hours passed as we just idly sat by.
"Very persistent, indeed. I like that." he grinned, his usual grin that could impregnate all the women who might see that grin. I'm glad, I'm immune... He finally stood up holding my hand once again as we threw our garbage first in its proper segregation.
As always, he let me choose the ride we'll be riding and now I'm very eager and assured that I can ride all the extreme rides in here without vomiting in the end. Those rides are so going down.
Aphrodite vs. Rides >>>STARTS
I first chose the Cliff Hanger, a ride that lifts you 30ft in the air and allows you to soar through the wide open sky. Another challenging ride for an acrophobic person like me.
"Are you sure you can do this? Well, we can back out if you want to." his been asking this question for about the twentieth or thirtieth times already. That's no exaggeration.
"Yeah, and if you'll ask me again. I'll bite your head off." I grinned mischievously.
"What a brute, gore lady." he chuckled and crouch tenderly put his chin on my shoulder hugging me from behind. Our hands intertwined against my stomach.
We rode the ride and shouted at the top of our lungs as we soared through the air. I really did enjoyed it thinking that finally I rode an extreme ride that didn’t made me throw up and faced my fear of height as I actually opened my eyes the entire ride. I felt like Superman, soaring through the sky seeing the magnificent view below from a dizzying height and I admit still made my legs shook.
The next ride we rode is called the Trapeze, Christian again explained that it’s a high spinning swing ride where as the ride begins to spin, the swings swing outward and the tower tilts at a fifteen degree angle. It's wicked, extreme, thrilling and very much enjoyable. All of us screamed and put our arms up in the air as we shouted at the top of ours lungs. Well, by now I can confidently say I had finally conquered my fear of heights.
“Your hair is a mess.” he laughed at my messy state after we got off the ride and helped me schooled my hair into submission. Well, my hair easily gets tangled as they’re already quite curly. “Let me tie your hair.” he pulled a tie off his wrist which I just noticed and then turned me around making me face my back to him.
“Why do you have a tie with you?” I laughed at him, at his preparedness; him being such a boy’s scout.
“I figured this might happen.” he laughed sheepishly as he started to fix my hair into a messy bun. I felt him stopped tying my hair signaling that he’s done and was about to turn around and thank him but he held me in place holding both my shoulders as I felt his soft lips pressed against the back left side of my neck his breath tickling me, realizing he just kissed my tattoo.
“I so badly wanted to do that when I first saw your tattoo.” he said grunting almost saying it with a groan and proceeded to bit at it gently.
I quickly escaped his embraced and face him gently slapping his arm as I flushed furiously. “Don’t do that, there are children in here.” I reprimanded.
He just shrugged his demeanor nonchalant. “Why? They’ll be doing that to the one they’ll love eventually.”
“You are unbelievable.” I stated chuckling as he pecks a kiss at my lips.
“I know you don’t like publicly showing your affection to me or to someone you love.” he then kissed my forehead and tugged me walking to the other rides we haven’t had yet tried.
“And how did you know that?” I asked my curiosity getting a hold of me.
“I just know.” he simply stated and squeezed my hand. “What do you want to ride next?” and ask.
“That.” I pointed at the shiny porcelain horses—circling around and round as they bobbed up and down—answering him but at the same time taking a mental note of how he just change the subject.
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