30 - Ride my Thigh
Summer
I giggled when the merry-go-round moved up and down. Damon was too grumpy to enjoy the ride with me, so he stood in the middle of the carousel, taking pictures.
“I don’t remember the last time I went to a carnival,” I said, looking around and noticing it’s just us two. “Maybe as a kid, but it’d have been better if there were more people.”
“I didn’t want paparazzi posting more pictures of us and invading our privacy,” Damon replied, helping me off the tiny horse as I hummed and looked around the rides.
I had already gone on so many that it started getting dark. But I wanted to try one more.
“Let’s go.” I held Damon’s hand and dragged him to the Ferris wheel. The employee smiled at us, but Damon stopped me.
“I-I don’t think I want to go. You go ahead,” he
