Nolan lowered his head, placed his hand on the back of her head, and deepened the kiss.
Although this was just a symbol, a myth about the Ferris wheel, he was willing to go along with her.
In the end, Maisie's face was flushed from oxygen deprivation after they had finished their long kiss.
Nolan rubbed her head and laughed. "It's been so long, and you still don't know how to breathe when you’re kissing?"
Maisie blinked her eyes but did not say anything.
“It seems like I need to teach you again.” Nolan clasped his fingers on her chin and planted another kiss on her lips.
After a while that seemed like an eternity, Maisie pulled herself away from his lips. Her face was red, and she was huffing heavily. When she saw that he was going to kiss her again, she pushed him away and said, “Alright, alright. I already know how.”
She was certain that her lips were going to swell up if they continued the kiss.
When both of them came down from the Ferris wheel, a six-year-old little boy
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