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I wanted to see and do everything. We ate junk all day—cotton candy and hot dogs—as we sprinted from one place to the next, our passes giving us instant access to rides and attractions. It was amazing, we just went to the front of the line and they waved us right through. We did Epcot first, where we attended a class on how to draw Disney characters. By the time the teacher was done talking, I had a whole cast drawn on my board and Dale had managed to make Mickey’s body, a little misshapen, and one sad ear.
“I shouldn’t have suggested this,” Dale sighed, looking at my drawing. “You’ve unmanned me.”
“I just outdrew you,” I teased.
Everyone came over to exclaim over my drawing and someone in a suit came over and asked if I wanted a job drawing for Disney. Dale watched the whole exchange with his jaw dropped.
“Maybe some day,” I told the suit—his name was David something—taking Dale’s hand. “Right now we have to go on an undersea adventure!”
David gave me his card anyway. David Grommet, head of Animation Academy.
“Good to know I’ll have something to fall back on if this whole rock star thing falls through,” I teased as we made our way through the crowd.
It was nearing sunset when my enthusiasm started to wane a little. We’d been up since five and had eaten enough sugar to kill Dumbo. Or maybe even Dumbo’s mother. I leaned my head on Dale’s shoulder as we sat, resting our feet, on the edge of one of the fountains.
“You ready for fireworks?” Dale kissed the top of my head, warming me all the way to my toes.
“You’re my fireworks.” I nuzzled my face into his neck, feathering kisses there.
“Mmm keep that up and you’re going to get more than fireworks.”
“Oh?” I traced my tongue along the salty trail of his collarbone.
Dale stood, suddenly all business, taking my hand and leading me.
I tromped along beside him, exhausted, whining, “Where are we going? I was comfortable!”
But Dale was clearly on a mission so I just followed, trudging through crowds—they were thinning out a little—into a restaurant. More stairs! Ugh. We climbed those too.
“Can I sit now?” I asked as we went around a corner and the whole world opened up to a view that made me gasp out loud. You could see the Magic Kingdom Castle, lights below making it glow purple, from the restaurant’s terrace. It was truly like a fairy tale.
“How about you sit here?” Dale grabbed a chair and pulled onto his lap. I laughed, looking at the desserts laid out on the counter in front of us. There were berry tarts and chocolate covered strawberries and delicate, lacey cookies. The perfect end to our junk food eating day. I sat, contented, in Dale’s lap and fed him strawberries, licking chocolate off his lips, until the fireworks show.
Which was beyond spectacular. Old Ben had been spot on, suggesting we stay. It was a glorious, magical display and I leaned back against Dale, who stretched out his legs and held me around the waist, my head resting against his shoulder. We were in our own little world. I hardly noticed all the other people around us watching the fireworks—couples as well as families with little kids whose eyes were starry after the fireworks display.
I groaned as I rolled off Dale and stood up.
“My feet hurt.”
He laughed, putting his arms around me. “I guess going dancing on Pleasure Island is out then?”
“Pleasure Island?” I perked up. “That sounds fun and exotic.”
“It’s just a bunch of night clubs. You want to go?”
I considered it, putting my arms around his neck.
“I think I’d rather you just take me to bed.”
He lowered his lips to mine. The way he slowly, softly ran his tongue across the seam of my lips, asking for entrance, made my whole body surrender to him and I melted into him.
“Thank you,” I breathed when we parted. I felt tears threatening again but I held them back. I didn’t want to turn into a blubbering idiot in the middle of a restaurant. There were still enough people around to notice.
“Thank you,” he whispered, touching his forehead to mine. “You are so much better than fireworks. Just watching you watch them, seeing that light in your eyes, makes me love you so much it hurts.”
“Right here.” He took my hand, pressing it against his chest.
He was a rock star with the soul of a poet. I kissed him again, long and hard and sweet.
