me, I turned around and raised an eyebrow. “Really? You’re trying to scare me again? You do this every time I’m cooking dinner. I know your routine by now, Adrian,” I stated smugly.
He gave me a look of disbelief. “I was quiet this time!”
“I know you were, sweetie. Next time, okay?” I responded while fighting the urge to smile at his flat expression.
“Stop cooking, we’re going out,” he stated suddenly, before turning around and walking out of the kitchen. “You have 10 minutes to be ready.”
I stared at the kitchen entrance blankly for a few moments before turning the stove off in a rush. “Wait, what?! What do you mean we’re going out?” I called out, hurrying after him.
Adrian smirked over his shoulder before entering our bedroom. “Well, Shortcake. When one says ‘we’re going out,’ it usually means that two or more people participate in moving from one place to another-”
“Adrian,” I growled, glaring at his back. “Where are we going? Aren’t you hungry?” I asked.
He pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor before answering. “We’re going on a date.”
I gave him a confused look. “Why?”
“Come on Shortcake, can’t I take my girlfriend out on a date?” He smirked before pulling his sweatpants down.
I squeaked in shock and covered my eyes with my hands before replying. “Yes but… where are we going?”
“You’ll see. Just get dressed. And hurry up. You have 8 minutes,” he informed me, before exiting the bedroom.
***
“Seriously, a fair? Again?”
"Attempt two?" Adrian tried, grinning cheekily.
I rolled my eyes and shoved him slightly. "You could've told me that before I wore heels and a dress," I whined, pouting.
"Sorry Shortcake, I didn't want to ruin the surprise. Plus, you only had 2 minutes to spare. I promise to behave this time. Come on, I want to go on the Ferris wheel with you." He dragged me along in the direction of the ride.
"Wait, Adrian! I- I don't think that's a good idea," I stuttered, looking over at the colourful wheel nervously.
Adrian frowned. "Why not?"
I cleared my throat and looked down at my heels. "Because, I... Uh... Because I'm wearing heels and a dress! I think it'll be inappropriate," I lied. The reality of the situation was that I was not a big fan of heights. Especially in something that moved.
"Who cares? We're in a separate carriage and there are seats inside it. No one will see anything. Excluding me." He smirked, wrapping an arm around my waist.
We got to the line faster than I liked, and Adrian shoved past the people waiting patiently with me stumbling in tow, before he flashed a card at the man in charge of the ride.
The man nodded in recognition before he pressed a button for the next empty carriage to appear in front of us. "Here you go, Mr. Kingston." The man smiled, before opening the door for the both of us.
"Adrian, please," I mumbled, giving him a desperate look.
"Come on Shortcake, it'll be fun!" Adrian exclaimed, pulling me into the carriage with him.
I sat across from him and gripped onto the seat tightly as the carriage moved up a spot. "I hate you." I scowled, glaring in his direction.
"No you don't," Adrian replied, smirking smugly.
The Ferris wheel moved up another two spots higher, and I squeezed my eyes shut.
"Emily? Are you o- oh. I get it now. You're afraid of heights!" Adrian burst out in a fit of deep laughs, slightly shaking the carriage we were sitting in while it moved up another level.
We were almost at the top now, and I gave Adrian another desperate look. "Please stop," I whimpered.
Adrian's laughs slowly died down as another smirk formed on his plump lips. "Stop what, Shortcake?" he asked with an innocent look, before pretending to adjust his position and purposely shaking the carriage in the process.
"Adrian!" I snapped, just as the entire ride began to move.
"OH! Did you mean this?" he asked, before shaking the carriage roughly while laughing.
"ADRIAN, STOP!" I shouted in fright, clutching onto the bars of the carriage with my eyes squeezed shut.
I began muttering the words to 'Twinkle, twinkle, little star' before I felt the carriage stop moving.
My eyes popped open and landed on Adrian's amused smirk. "What," he began slowly, "Were you just singing?"
"Shut up," I snapped, glaring at him.
"Now, now Shortcake. That is no way to treat your soon-to-be husband. I might 'accidentally' have a seizure in here while we're up high."
“Please don’t,” I begged desperately. The ride began to move continuously and