It was an unusually warm September evening, as you and Steve cruised down the highway. You were absent-mindedly singing along with the song on the radio while the cool wind from the rolled down windows flowed through the car.
Steve's hand was resting on your bare thigh, having pushed your skirt up to feel more of you. He would occasionally squeeze and illicit one of the pretty sounds he loved from you.
He would steal glances of you and his breath caught in his throat at how your wind blown hair looked, with the evening sun providing the perfect backlighting. You were literally breathtaking to him with how ethereal you looked. He wanted so badly to pull you to him and kiss you until you were as breathless as he was. That would have to wait, he told himself, as he turned off the highway onto a dirt road that led to the county fairground.
It was the second night of the fair, as you wanted to go last night, but he had been too exhausted. He promised you could go the following night and here you were.
He parked in the field, in between two other cars. After turning off the engine, he turned to you and watched, with a smile, as you tried to tame your hair in the side mirror. You then took the scrunchie from your wrist and quickly pulled your hair into a ponytail.
With your neck now exposed, he noticed traces of past lovebites and thought he would give you some new ones tonight.
You finally turned your attention to him and smiled. You could practically see hearts in his eyes as he looked at you.
"What?" You softly asked.
"You're just the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he replied, leaning closer to you.
His words made you blush as he pulled you in for a kiss.
"I'm the luckiest guy in the world," he added, as he cupped your cheek. "I love you, so much."
"I love you, too, Stevie," you smiled. "But if we don't get out of the car now, we're not going to."
He nodded. "Right, let's go."
He flashed an enthusiastic smile before turning away to get out of the car.
He slipped his hand into yours as you walked, then brought it up to his lips and kissed it. He was so lovesick, it was adorable.
"What do you want to do first?" He asked, after you walked through the gates.
"I don't know, let's just walk around for a little while," you replied, looking up at him.
"Fine by me," he smiled.
"I do know I want a funnel cake before the nights over," you continued.
"Well, that's a given," he laughed.
The familiar sights and smells filled your senses as you walked past excited kids and boisterous teenagers. You were hit with a wave of nostalgia that felt more melancholic than previous years. It was like the realization that your childhood is firmly in the past, and you could never go back. You tried to push those thoughts from your mind, as you didn't want the night to be dampened by your sudden onslaught of melancholy.
Steve noticed you were lost in thought over something, as your face gave you away.
"Are you ok?" He then asked.
"Yeah, I was just thinking about how I don't think I'll be able to wait until later to have that funnel cake," you lied, with a hopefully convincing smile.
You failed to convince him, as he knew you better than that, but he also knew you'd tell him what it really was when you were ready.
"Ok, then let's get you one."
