"Oh my God!"  

I'm squirming and wiggling excitedly in my seat.

I haven't been here since I was a kid, I think. People are all walking to the entrance, kids, teenagers and even some elderly people. There is music playing and the lights are fun and colorful.

After getting out of the car, I tug at Luca's hand and drag him with me to get our tickets. He chuckles but squeezes my hand. "I knew you'd like coming here."

"Yes. Last time I was here I was probably twelve or something." I grin.

Surprisingly there aren't many people at the queue. So we only waited five minutes to buy our tickets.

"Two tickets please." Luca says to the boy sitting behind the glass. His voice making my mind run wild with all the dirty thoughts. I shake my head to clear those thoughts. Now's not the time!

"Here you go. Have fun." He hands him two arm bands to put on our wrist so we don't lose them. We thank him after Luca insisted on paying and walk around searching for the first thing to do in this fun fair.

We see a game where you use water guns to make the stack of cans fall. There is a vacant booth and we go to it. The old man gives us the guns and tells us we only have two minutes to make as many cans fall as possible.

"Ready to lose?" I say. He shakes his head, puts on a focused expression and points his gun toward the cans. I do the same and when the little buzzer sounds we start shooting.

These water guns don't work for shit. The water that's coming out is not even reaching anywhere near the cans. I just keep on trying to make at least the top one fall, but it's useless. The buzzer goes off, I look to his stack and see he also wasn't able to drop any of them. We look back at each other and roll our eyes at this rigged game. We thank the old man and start walking around.

"I guess we both lost." He says.

"Yeah. I think we better stick to games where we are the ones throwing things. We at least know we have a fair chance." He nods agreeing with me. We walk around a little more, searching for a game to play. All while our fingers are interlocked.

It seems so easy being with him. Our hands just automatically search for the other's. He also kept his hand on my thigh while we were riding in his car on the way here. It's as if there was a barrier between us and it broke after we slept together.

"I think we should try this." I look to where he's pointing with his finger. It's one of those box bags where you punch it and the highest score wins. I smile, happy that he chose this. Mason has been busy with his boyfriend so I always ask Luca to come with me to the gym to do some boxing.

He would always take his shirt off after ten minutes, saying he's sweating too much to be wearing a shirt. I would try and not let his bare chest distract me. But it's impossible.

There are currently two guys already punching the bag, so we stand back a little and wait for them to finish. When they finish I motion for him to go first. He clenches and unclench his hand a couple of times in front of his chest. Glances at me, and the smirk is evident on his lips, then-

Punch.

It is obvious he's punching skills are good, you'd think he's a professional boxer. The numbers on the score board almost reach a thousand. Damn. He turns around with a smug look. "Try to beat that."

I playfully bump his shoulder when I walk past him. I test the distance from my position to the bag. I pull my left arm a little back for leverage and punch. Fuck.

"Fuck!" Pain swims from my knuckles all the way to my shoulder.

"Shit. Are you okay, love?" Luca asks me, concern lacing his voice. I guess I underestimated how hard the fucking bag would be. I also only punch a bag when I have boxing gloves on. Or at least some kind of protection, like boxing tape.

He grabs my hand and starts flexing and moving my fingers around.

"I'm fine. I just didn't think it would actually be this fucking hard." He looks at me and a devilish smirk tugs at his lips.

"That's what she said." Ugh. I smack his chest with the back of my good hand playfully. I walked right into that one.

"Does it hurt? We can get some ice from the-" I squeeze his hand.

"Luca, it's fine. It doesn't hurt." He studies my face, then moves my fingers around a bit more. When I don't wince from the movements, he is convinced with my statement. He interlocks our fingers together gives my knuckles a kiss and then steers me through the crowd.

We ate French fries, where he kept on stealing my fries, and cotton candy. We did some more stupid games and won nothing. The sky is getting darker and the breeze drifting on by is getting cooler.

I rest my head on his shoulder while waiting in line for the Ferris wheel. Since it's getting darker and the lights around the city will be more evident, more people want to get on the wheel. He's drawing lazy patterns on the little exposed skin of my waist.

Everything comes naturally when it comes to Luca. We don't even hesitate to hold our hands together when walking. Or me resting my head on his shoulder. He also keeps touching me whenever he can, wherever he can.

"We're almost up." He says.

"Ferris wheel is my favorite attraction here."

"Mine too."

I remove my head from his shoulder to look in his eyes. "Why's that?"

"Hmm, I guess it's just that it feels so relaxed. Like after spending the whole day doing these crazy games. You finally take a moment to appreciate the beauty of your surroundings."

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and smiles softly at me. My chest tightens by the way he's looking at me.

I don't stop my self when I stand on my tip toes and give him a sweet kiss on his lips. I feel his arms tighten its hold on me, but I pull away to prevent us from taking it any further in front of other people and children.

"Next!"

We walk forward and sit on the swing-like seat. His hand comes to rest on my thigh with his thumb rubbing circles on my tingling skin.

"What do you plan to do when you graduate?" He asks me when we start moving.

"I want to model for a little. Just to see how it really is. Behind the scenes and all. I may like it or I won't. If I end up not liking it, which I think will be the case, I..." I bite my lip while contemplating what to say. I never really thought that far ahead to be honest. I'm more of a live in the moment type of person. "I guess I'll want to have my own clothing line." He nods and swipes my hair off my shoulder, revealing my neck. He begins twirling some hair strands with his digits.

He keeps his eyes on me the whole circle we make and not on the surroundings he said he likes to see. When I look his way, his smile would widen a little and the butterflies that have taken resident in my stomach would flutter harder.

When we reach the top of the second circle I point to no place in particular, "the view is amazing."  I sense him shaking his head and when I look back at him he still has his eyes on me.

"I like my view better." That was so cheesy but it still made into a puddle of mush. He cups my cheeks and brings his lips close to mine. His lips caress mine oh so softly. Gently moving against mine. My heart flutters by how soft yet intense this feels. How intimate.

We hear a throat clearing and break away from each other. I catch Luca's glazed over eyes before looking at the girl in a uniform standing on the platform, waiting for us to get off the swing. I give her a sheepish look, take Luca's hand and get away.

Luca suddenly walks in the left direction, tugging me along. Then he stops in front of a photo booth. He puts a dollar bill in the slot from his wallet, opens the little curtain and goes in first. He tugs at my arm and I follow him inside. The booth is small and barely fits us both. I take a seat on his lap and his arms wrap loosely around my hips.

"With or without filters?" I ask.

"Without."

I set up the photo setting. No filter, four pictures, two copies.

"Say cheese." I grin and he chuckles but then smiles an over exaggerated grin.

Click.

His arms circle my waist tightly and he rests his head on my shoulder. I lean my head against him a little and the click sound echoes around us.

His thumb begins rubbing lightly right under my breast. I turn to face him and cup one side of his face. I put my lips on his stubbled cheek. Another click sound goes off.

The stubble on his cheek has grown a little since he didn't have a chance to shave or trim it a bit as we spent the whole evening and night together yesterday and today the whole day. I let the bristles tickle my palm. Tingles run up my spine when I remember how it felt when he nuzzled my neck yesterday and how it was so good to feel his stubble tickle me.

His eyes dip to my lips and mine do so as well. He holds the side of my neck and I lean down to connect our lips. It only takes a second for him to deepen the kiss. I part my lips immediately to give his tongue access and he groans softly in my mouth. I can faintly hear a click sound going off but I'm enjoying the feeling of his lips on mine to break away and get out of the booth.

I hear people standing on the other side of the curtain speaking and with great reluctance a pull away. His eyes are hooded and filled with desire. I clumsily pull another dollar bill from my purse, open the curtain a bit and stick the money in its place. There is another couple waiting in line. They give me an unimpressed look.

"Last one." I say to them.

I plant my ass back in his lap and I can feel his bulge digging a little in my ass. I wiggle my hips, pretending to adjust my position. His arms land on my hips. I select the same setting as before. When I click ok his hand wraps lightly around me neck and he manoeuvres my face to align with his. I feel sparks in my tummy and much lower.

He roughly connects our lips and I can't help when I softly moan.

Click

I tangle my fingers in his hair to pull him closer. His hand leaves my neck and begins gliding downwards. He squeezes my right boob. I feel him smile against my lips when he sweeps his thumb across my peeked nipple.

Click

He kisses my jaw, behind my ear, the side of my throat. I put my head back to give him better access. He tickles me a little with his facial hair, a small giggle escaping my lips.

Click

He kisses the exposed valley between my breast. His thumb and forefinger pinching my nipple.

Click

I form his face with my hands and bring his face back to me to connect our lips. His arms squeeze tighter around me.

"What the hell! Are you filming a porno in there or something?"

We pull away and a knocking sound comes from the top of the booth. I open the curtain and step out, the same couple from earlier is standing while holding the pictures of us. I take them from the girl, mumbling a 'sorry'. I look behind my shoulder and see Luca is out of the booth. I grab his hand and begin walking away from the booth.

I look back and see the girl looking back at me. Before she goes behind the curtain, she winks at me. Well, now I know who will be filming a porno.

"Should we head back?" I look back to face him. It's dark and they are going to start closing up anyway.

"Yeah."

When we reach his car he opens the door for me and I get in. After putting on my seatbelt I take a look at the pictures we took at the booth.

A smile stretches across my face when I see the first one. He looks like a sweet and innocent boy. I grab the second set of photos just as he opens the door to his side. I feel my face heat up when I see how they turned out. No wonder they couple standing outside the booth said we were filming a porno. These pictures are all but innocent.

I feel him scoot over to my side to get a better look at the pictures. I hold them in the middle between us. His hand comes to my upper thigh and he gives a squeeze before turning his head to face me, I do the same. Our lips smack together hungrily. His hand trails up my thigh, his fingers find their way through my loose shorts.

"Fuck." He hisses when his he feels my dampend panties.

"Drive fast, Luca." I whisper against his lips. He gives me one last strong peck and reverses out of the parking spot.