Jack looked down at his hand for a moment as it turned blue and a slight panic struck him. Oh god. If people saw him. He fought the urge to duck down, instead he held onto one of her hands, and looked into her eyes as well. There was adoration there, of course there was, love and all of those wonderful thing she makes him feel but just a bit of fear.
“Y-yeah. That accent is just weird.” he admitted, before reaching with his free hand and caressed her temple and cheek gently.
“But I prefer you like this, then that face you wear for me now, out there.” Jack added softly.
“Same for me,” she replies gently, scooting closer to him. “I prefer you as you are naturally. That’s the face of the man I fell in love with..”
Her eyes locked onto his a moment before straying down to his lips and slightly licking her own, blushing.
He saw that look, and he knew what it meant. They hadn’t kissed in public before. Still, they were in a Ferris Wheel. They couldn’t get further away from people while still being in it…
Oh screw it.
Jack moved to her, and captured her lips with his own, kissing her softly.
Jack Maple 