Page 28 of Made for Cyn
With a sexy curl to his lip, he traces my hair back from my face, and murmurs, “Beautiful.”
My lips part on a sigh and he presses his lips to mine. Heat thrums in my veins at the contact and I miss the entirety of the ride for the experience of being in Cyn’s arms, but I’m not the least bit disappointed.
When we emerge, I’m smiling from ear to ear, and Cyn grins back, taking my hand once more.
The next few rides, Jig proclaims boring, and finally, we’re back at the Zipper where Cyn leans into me and says, “You don’t have to.”
I turn my wide-eyed gaze to his. “I know.”
His eyes warm, and I flush as I follow Jig into the cart, my stomach a roiling mass of nerves.
“Don’t worry, LB, I’ll protect you,” he says with a wag of his brows. But my words die in my throat as the employee shuts the cage and spins the cart.
After that, it’s a blur as we fly through the air and spin over and over. My throat is sore from screaming by the time we’re done, but my stomach is buzzing.
When we stop, I turn to Jig and say, “Again.”
He guffaws, and we go around once more.
After, I rush into Cyn’s arms, babbling like an idiot. He grabs me up with a grin and leads me to the food truck where the salty, fried smells assault my senses.
I eat my first ever corn dog and follow it with cotton candy, the wispy dessert melting on my tongue.
“Yum,” I moan, and Cyn grabs my chin, leaning in for a kiss.
He laves my tongue, swirling into my mouth before pulling back with a hooded expression. “Sweet,” he says, and I flush.
After, we wander over to the games, where Cyn pays the employee and he hands him three balls. Standing back, I admire his form as he throws a ball at a grouping of milk bottles, my fingers itching to touch him.
But my euphoria fades when a girl sidles up to Cyn with a big grin. He looks down at her absently before throwing the ball, and I back away. Two girls surround Jig, and his smile is wide as he puts an arm around each of them.
Bastion pulls another under his beefy arm and proceeds to suck face. Cyn throws another ball, and the jugs go tumbling, and he glances down at the girl with a smirk. She practically sighs as she flutters her lashes, and I spin on my heels.
It’s not hard to disappear into the crowd. Weaving through the masses, I spy a bathroom and duck inside, and once I’m in the stall, I lean my forehead against the door and sigh.
That was a horrible way to end a lovely evening. From the big wheel that took us into the sky, where Cyn kissed me with his heavenly lips to the food and rides. It was all so wonderful.
We were having fun, and now, well, I don’t know.
It’s like he fucking forgot me as soon as the next chick stepped up. Rubbing my aching chest, I roll my head around before banging it against the metal.
I guess I’m stupid, but I thought . . .
Whatever. I need to figure out how to get home. Shit. Fuck. Damn.
I don’t even know where I am.
The phone in my purse buzzes, and I glance down at it absently. The only person who knows the number is Cyn, and if I want a ride home, I have to answer.
Beauty, where are you?
Rain: bathroom
Cyn: stay there
Since I’m here, I pee quickly and wash my hands before practicing a lighthearted look in the mirror. Yeah, it’s working just fine, but the misery behind my eyes isn’t.
Suck it up. Go out there. Pretend it’s okay and save the last of your fucking dignity.
