Hey there Delilah (Keaton Stromberg)

Chapter nine

Keaton's POV

We were stopped at the top of the Ferris wheel. One curl fell in Delilah's face. I reached up and tucked it behind her ear. I slowly brought my hand to her face. It was so flawless, like a glass doll. Her eyes fluttered up like butterflies to meet mine. There was something about this girl, she's like gravity. I started to fall into it. I felt our lips come together.

The kiss ( okay more like make out) ended and the cart started to move again.

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We walked along the beach. The only glow was the lights from the rides on the pier. Her hand felt so small in mine. A gust of wind came by and she leaned on me. I put my arm around her.

"So do you need a ride home? my trucks right over there." I pointed to a parking lot a short way away from us.

"I rode my bike here... I guess we could put it in the back?"

"Of course. where did you lock it up?"

She nodded her head to the side. "Right here. one sec." She let go of my hand and started running up to her bike.

"Hey wait up!" I wanted to be a gentleman so I caught up with her and pushed her bike to my truck. When we reached it I opened the door for Delilah.

"Why thank you Sir Keaton." Her voice oozed sarcasm.

"You're welcome my lady." I took a bow and she laughed. I brought the bike to the back of the truck and threw it in. I got in the truck and Delilah sat in the middle so she was right next to me. I didn't mind. I got in the truck and started the engine.

The ride was short. We pulled up to her house. It was on the larger side but not crazy big. The outside was painted blue. There where beautiful flower gardens in the front. "Your house is beautiful."

"Oh you're to sweet!" She smiled at me.

"So um... talk to you later?"

"Totally. Bye, thanks I really had a great time tonight." She got out of the truck and waved goodbye.