“You’re a keeper.” I tilt my head up, silently asking for a kiss. He indulges me, leaning down and giving me a quick peck.
“There’s no getting rid of me, Zolotse.” I laugh, but Killian keeps a straight face. Who the heck would want to get rid of him? You’d have to be out of your mind.
“Promise?”
“Vow it.” He sounds dead serious.
“I like the sound of that.” I press myself more into him. He’s lucky I don’t climb him like a tree, but the night is young.
The smell of sugar and fried corndogs fills the air as we draw closer. I pull out my phone and snap a few pictures, wanting to remember every second of this.
Killian gets us a ton of these ticket things, and we're off. I want to laugh at each ride we go to. He eyes them like a ride inspector before he approves for us to get on.
"We have to kiss at the top,” I tell him when we get on the Ferris wheel.
"We can kiss right here."
"Fine." I playfully roll my eyes. "You can kiss me." That man doesn't need to be told, right? When people say that you can feel kisses down to your toes, they weren't lying. The way Killian kisses me, I feel it everywhere.
"I kissed you all the way to the top," he says smugly.
"It's pretty up here."
The carnival sits beside a river in a giant field. On the other side is the city. It’s a clear night so you can see the lights. You have a perfect view from up here.
"It is."
"You're a dork." I elbow him because he's only checking me out.
"Is that my new pet name?" He wiggles his brows, being playful back with me. I'm starting to see that Killian might have been more rigid than I realized, and he's starting to relax. I’ve gotten him to crack a few jokes, and he'll laugh at mine even if they're corny.
"I'm sticking to sweetheart." Killian reaches over and checks the bar thing as the Ferris wheel starts to move a spot. "If you're like this with me, how will you be when you have kids?" I laugh.
Killian glances away. Crappers. Wrong thing to say?
"Sorry, I'll change the subject." Double crap. I think you're supposed to just change it. Not to say that you're going to do so. Kids might not be a dream of his. He did tell me he travels a lot and doesn’t have a permanent home. Add on his own childhood in the foster system, and I can see why the thought of having a family of his own would be undesirable.
"Do you want kids?" he asks me. Could my answer be a deal-breaker? I might as well be honest.
"I mean, I haven’t thought about it real hard, but I suppose I figured when I met my person that it would happen." He gives me one of his grunted responses. "You don't want them?"
"The idea has never entered my mind before."
"Really? Not even a little?" He shakes his head no. "Boys and girls really must think differently." I laugh. I mean, I wasn't planning it out, but I figured in time it was a foregone conclusion.
"It's me, Zolotse, who thinks differently. I promise you." I'm not sure what that means, but I love how he thinks. He's been so sweet and kind to me without reason.
“Well, don’t go changing for me,” I tell him.
“It is too late for that.” He brushes his thumb across my bottom lip, his touch always so gentle, a contrast to the roughness of his hands. “People change you.”
“I suppose that is true.” I lick my lips intentionally to swipe my tongue across his thumb. I watch heat flash in his dark eyes. Gah, I love how I can do that to him. I always feel like a seductress. “Am I changing you?”
“You are changing what I want to do with my life.”
“Killian, really?”
"You have no idea, Zolotse, the power that you hold over me." Is this man stupidly reading a romance book or something?
