Page 41 of Undeniably

“My hoodie looks good on you.” My voice comes out raspy.

“People will think we’re going steady,” she teases.

“Let ’em.” The lights are popping on, illuminating everything around us. “You want to head home, or do you want to ride the Ferris wheel?”

“Did you seriously just ask me that? We can’t leave without a Ferris wheel ride.”

I smile at the look of bewilderment on her face. I didn’t want to leave either. If I could, I would keep her out here with me all night.

I take her hand and lead her to the Ferris wheel. We have to wait in line for a little bit, but I don’t mind a bit. As the temperature drops , Morgan tucks closer to my side. I don’t mind that either.

When we settle into the cart, I don’t miss the way Morgan slides closer to me; I don’t say a word. As we go around, we look at the lights reflecting off the water and everyone running around.

“It’s beautiful, right?” she asks wistfully.

“It is.” Only I’m not looking at anything but her.

Friends. Just friends.

Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the necklace I bought her earlier. Now stopped at the top, while people get out below, I turn to Morgan. “I bought you something.” I smirk at her wide eyes.

“You didn’t have to buy me anything.”

“Have to? No. I wanted to. I saw it and thought of you.” I hold out the necklace for her.

She takes it and holds it out to examine the charm.

I sit nervously, waiting for her reaction. So far, she hasn’t moved or made a noise.

Did I push too far?

Then she meets my eyes, hers with tears shining in them.

“Fuck. I didn’t mean to make you cry.” I shift closer to caress her cheek.

“This is beautiful, Keat. It’s perfect. Thank you.” She leans into me, hugging me close. I pull her into my side as we enjoy the rest of the ride.

Lying in bed later that night, I can’t help but smile as I think about the day.

It was perfect.

???

Morgan

I have a flashback as Boswell opens the door.

“Hello, Ms. Wright. Keaton’s on the back patio with Finley.”

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Morgan?”

He chuckles and waves me in. Making my way towards the back patio, I freeze.

“We need to do it tonight; we can’t put it off any longer.” I recognize Finley’s voice.

“Dude, we have enough time.” Keaton sounds as calm as ever, while Finley sounds panicked.

“I’m sick of waiting. If you don’t find someone to drive, then I will. Don’t forget we have no choice. We have to do this in order to be in.”

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