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As our cart nears the top of the Ferris Wheel, Ky pulls me closer to him and presses a gentle kiss against my lips. I deepen it and before long we break apart, both gasping for breath.

“Thea, this is . . . incredible. I’ve had the best time. Thank you so much,” he says, resting his forehead against mine. “I am so deeply in love with you, Thea. Since I met you, my world has become brighter, and I feel like my life has begun. I can’t even begin to fathom how I got through twenty-one years of my life not knowing a feeling like this. I’ve only known love that comes with conditions but with you? You’ve shown me what it is to really be loved. Whether it’s a simple plate of food or nursing my bruises, it’s an affection I’ve never experienced before. It’s overwhelming and addicting and all-consuming and I never want to be without it. I never want to be without you. You’ve awoken me, Thea. A lifetime of loving you will never be enough to convey how truly grateful and yet unworthy I am to have you in my life. You’re everything to me. You’re my purpose. And I will do everything in my power to give you the world, whenever and wherever you need it. Jesus,” he breaks off with a laugh and a shake of his head, “who’s being the clichéd one now?”

I turn his head back to me and look intently in his eyes.

“Being clichéd is who we are right now, Ky. You, with your tortured-hero look. Me, falling for the broody, silent type. All the sexual tension between us. My nasty ex. The breaking up and making up. Those clichés have made us everything we are. They’re everything we need to be at this moment, so we can develop our own clichés in time. And besides, in striving for originality all of the time, we tend to forget there’s nothing wrong with a red rose, or a love note, or finding ‘our song’.”

I kiss him again, before continuing. “I love you too, Ky. I always will.” We continue our kisses as our cart lowers and the attendant has to clear his throat to bring us back to earth. As we step off the ride and collect Eunice, Kyler points toward the popcorn stand.

“Is that Millie?” he asks.

I look in the direction of where he’s pointing and sure enough it is—and she’s not alone. “Yes, it is. And she’s being very friendly with someone who is very much not Nolan.”

“Huh,” Kyler comments, “guess that means they’re definitely not a thing.”

I take one more look at Millie and Not-Nolan. Yes, they look cozy, but it also looks like it’s one-sided. The expression on Millie’s face shows me the affection is not completely reciprocated. I guess I’ll need to get the low-down on whatever is going on later.

Kyler and I make our way to the car, holding Eunice between us. As far as grand gestures of love go, today’s have been successful. But even if it wasn’t and it turned out Kyler hated the fair, I’m safe in the knowledge we have a lifetime of grand gestures ahead of us and, clichéd or not, I’m excited to explore them all.

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