Page 172 of Finding Olivia (Trace + Olivia 1)

“Why do you say this stuff to me? You know it embarrasses me?” I glared at him.

“But you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed,” he winked, “and it makes your spitfire side come out. I like it when you get all feisty with me.”

“You are so weird,” I shook my head, staring at the ground.

He lifted my chin. “I’m not weird, but if you like weirdness, I’m sure I can think of a few interesting things for us to try out.”

I shook my head rapidly back and forth. “I can assure you, I won’t be trying anything weird.”

“Too bad…” He paused. “We got really excited.”

“We?” I questioned.

“Yes,” he smiled, “we.” He pulled me against him so that our hips were flush and there was no mistaking the bulge in his jeans.

My cheeks flamed red. “Trace! We’re at a carnival!”

“I know,” he sighed, “and since there’s no way to fix my...” he glanced down significantly, “problem, we better find something to do. What would you like to do next?” He asked, flicking his dark hair off his forehead.

I pointed behind him and he turned to look.

“The carousel? Really?” He raised a brow. “That’s for like…toddlers.”

“I’ve never been on one,” I frowned. “Please?” I begged, making puppy dog eyes.

He sighed. “Fine,” he agreed. “But this is gonna hurt,” he glanced down at his pants.

“Yay!” I cheered, not at all concerned about Trace’s problem. I was at a carnival, for the first time ever, and I planned on taking full advantage.

I ran up to the carousel, giddier than the small children, and hopped on.

Trace grumbled under his breath and climbed onto the empty horse beside mine, adjusting himself in his jeans.

The ride started up and I squealed in delight as it spun, and the horses slid up and down the gold metal bar impaling their bodies.

People were looking at me weird but I shut them out.

I had never been to a carnival before and I wanted to experience all the things I had missed out on as a child.

After the carousel, we rode a few more rides, and I insisted on doing the Ferris Wheel again.

“We better head back soon,” Trace announced, checking the time on his phone.

“Crap!” I exclaimed, seeing how late it was.

Trace stopped walking and faced me. “I’m going to win you a prize, because you deserve the whole carnival package, and then I’ll take you home,” he smiled.

I nodded. “Okay, that sounds good.” I really wanted him to win me a prize. I knew it was stupid, but that’s what all the guys in the movies did, and I knew I would cherish that prize forever.

Trace assessed the different games and picked one where you threw darts to pop balloons.

“Are you sure you can do this?” I asked skeptically.

“I got this,” he winked. “I have excellent aim, remember. It’s in my blood. I am a Wentworth after all.”

I stood back as he spoke with the man running the game. He handed Trace the darts and Trace looked over his shoulder, grinning at me.

“Watch this, baby,” he smirked.

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