I looked at him and shook my head. “Are you nuts?”

“Probably.” He grinned as he approached the booth. He came back a minute later with a steaming plate of funnel cake, lots of napkins and one fork. He held it under my nose. I inhaled and moaned again. He brought it over to a little table and sat down. I sat down next to him on the bench and looked around, trying to ignore the temptation. A few seconds later Kent was moaning. I looked and was about to say something when a forkful of funnel cake entered my mouth.

It was just the right temperature and heavenly. I chewed it slowly, savoring it as it seemed to melt on my tongue. “Oh god.” When I came out of my funnel cake orgasm, I looked up and noted a blush on Kent’s cheeks. “What’s wrong?”

“I just… forgot how, um, passionate you were about food,” he said.

It was my turn to blush. “Sorry.”

“Hey, it’s fine. I just wish I’d thought to put a hat out to collect tips.” He chuckled, and I smacked his arm.

“Who is the perv now?”

He laughed. “That guy that walked by and ducked down to see if anything was going on in your pants.”

“Ew.” I shuddered, chuckling along with him.

After we finished the funnel cake, I’m pretty sure I only ate half, we walked around for a bit. It was so nice to just be with him. And have his full attention. And feel like I used to before Jen. I felt confident, beautiful, and it was all because of him and the way he was with me, like I was the only one that mattered. The way he’d lightly brush against me and send shivers through my body had me thinking more unsavory thoughts.

We were there for hours, catching up, exchanging jokes, reliving the past. We only had one more thing to do. The Ferris wheel. We paid our tickets and got into the metal box. Once we were fastened in they moved us up a notch so they could load the next cart. The sun was going down, and it was beautiful. I shivered when we were almost to the top, it was slightly colder fifty feet in the air without trees to break up the wind.

Kent must have noticed because he chuckled and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me against his warm side. I peeked up at his face and he smiled down at me. “If you’re cold, you just have to tell me.”

“I didn’t want to bother you. Or get you in trouble.”

His eyes searched mine, and he was about to speak when the ride started to move into full rotations. As we went around, I looked out at the skyline. Luckily the sun was to our backs so we could see the earth draped in sherbet pink and orange.