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Not wanting Will to see my dopey grin, I look down, but as I do, I realize we are at the top of the ferris wheel. Will places two fingers under my chin to tip my face towards his. His face is inches from mine, but he doesn’t move any closer. He just looks at my dopey grin and lets an equally stupid one form on his own face. My heart stutters, Will’s arrogant smirks turn me on, but this secret grin that is just for me melts my insides and then sets me on fire.
“Damn, you have the most beautiful smile.” Will sighs, his eyes sparkling, and I want nothing more to lean in and kiss him, but I’m too scared it is all just another joke of his.
Swallowing the desire clogging my throat, I respond, “That’s what three years of braces-”
He cuts me off with his mouth on mine, and for a moment, everything is still. I think I’m in shock. Am I breathing? Oh crap, should my lips be moving? Gosh, I’m just sitting here like a limp fish. He is going to think I’m the worst kisser. I promise I do know how to kiss. I’m good at it even, but something about Will’s soft lips pressing into my own feels so unlike any of my previous kisses that my mind goes haywire.
After what feels like a lifetime, my instincts kick in and I kiss Will back. It is better than my dreams. Mr. Darcy can kiss! His lips are soft against mine, teasing me just enough to make me want more. I tangle a hand in his hair to demand more when Will pulls away, smirking at my dazed expression.
“Let’s keep this PG. There are children present.” Will chuckles, and suddenly I hear the giggling of the kids in one of the other cars. I blush, and Will grabs my hand, intertwining his fingers in mine.
“You know that was, Hannah?” The goofy grin is back on his face and my cheeks hurt from trying to hold back my smile.
“Typical?” I guess.
“No, it was perfect.” He says, and he presses a kiss to the back of my hand that he holds.
“You are a smooth talker, Will.” Outwardly, I roll my eyes at his line, but inside I melt a little more.
“Well, I do write a little.” He pulls me off the ferris wheel as we come back to the bottom.
“And yet the only compliments I’ve received from you are ‘you’re hot’ and ‘typical’. Kind of underwhelming for a writer, don’t you think?” I say with a snort.
“The words that mean the most don’t come easy to me.” Will says with a chuckle, but I hear the serious note there.
“Most days, I don’t even think you try. Honestly, I think sometimes you’d rather piss me off than make me smile.” I don’t say that sometimes his particular brand of riling me up makes me want to kiss him because I think he already knows that.
“That’s true. I think it is super hot when you glare at me.” Will admits with a chuckle.
“Well, I think it is super-hot when I receive a sincere compliment.” I speak the words like a challenge and Will immediately gets a dangerous smirk on his face.
“There is a fire in your stunning eyes when you glare at me that makes me want to press you against a wall and kiss you until it is extinguished.” Will whispers as he leans down so that his breath tickles my ears. I flush all over and since when does breathing require so much thinking?
“That was more of a proposition than a compliment.” I try to say without conveying how much what he had said had sent me whirling.
“I said your eyes are stunning.” Will points out.
“Try again.” I say.
“Fine. You purse your beautiful lips when you are angry, and it makes me want to bite them until you whimper.” Will says in a low voice that sends heat spiraling through my body.
“That was worse than the one before!”
“Fine, I’ll try again. I find it infinitely adorable when you act like you don’t love my compliments.” Will says, tugging me to his side in a hug.
“I guess that is as good as it is going to get.” I tease, but I smile because he is right. I like his dirty compliments and the way he riles me up. I like him.
A few carnival rides later, we are sharing a sundae in a picnic area. The fair is closing in about fifteen minutes, so this area is abandoned as people rush to get on one last ride. It is just me, Will, twinkle lights, and the two cherries floating in the melted leftovers of our ice cream.
Will plucks a cherry up and twirls it by the stem, all while looking at me with a playful glint in his eyes. “Tell me, Hannah, can you tie a cherry stem in a knot?”
“Why don’t I show you?” I say, plucking the cherry from his fingers. I pull the stem loose and drop it in my mouth. Then I begin the process of trying it. The whole time, I keep my eyes locked on Will. After a minute, I stick out my tongue and pluck the tied cherry stem off, raising it like a trophy.
“Beat that, city boy.” I challenge, and Will’s green eyes are suddenly much brighter, as he stares at me, his expression a mixture of desire and mischief.
“I think I have you beat.” Will says as he walks around the table to be on the same side as me. When I turn in my chair to face him, he grabs my waist and lifts me onto the tabletop.
“Let’s see it then.” I say, and I pluck the last cherry from the leftovers of the sundae. I hold it out to him, but he doesn’t take it. Instead, he steps closer, until he is standing between my legs, our chests brushing, and our lips inches apart. I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone the way I want to kiss Will now.
