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    We arrived just as the sun was going down and the bright pink lights on the Ferris wheel lit up. Adam handed his two tickets to the man waiting by the entrance and I followed. He led us to the wheel which never stopped moving. It was going at such a slow pace that we had plenty of time to get in, but it still freaked me out that it never just halted. Simon had to practically carry me on, which I didn’t mind.
    The capsules were a lot bigger than they looked from afar. Big enough to easily fit twenty people or more, but we had it all to ourselves. It was refreshing to see that it was completely enclosed in glass, not like a traditional Ferris wheel where the only thing keeping you from death was a lap bar.
    The door closed behind us as we entered the sideways egg-shaped glass container. There was a low wooden table, or possibly a bench for sitting, a bottle of champagne and two glasses; also a box of truffles waiting for us. We were in this glass tube for thirty whole minutes, so I immediately went for the champagne to calm my nerves as we very slowly climbed to the top. 
    “Are you alright?” Simon asked me.
    “ Uhm… yeah,” I fiddled with the champagne bottle, “I just have a thing about heights. Ya know, falling from hundreds of feet in the air plummeting to my death. A little nerve racking but nothing a good glass of champagne won’t help.”
    “Here,” he took the bottle from me and flawlessly popped it open without even spilling any. He poured the two glasses full and handed one to me. “Cheers,” he raised his glass to mine creating a small clinking noise. I took a sip and let the liquid courage flow through me. Settling my nerves and putting me in a calmer, warmer place. I walked close to the edge to look out at the beautiful London view. The sun was completely set by then and all the buildings were lit up. The pink glow from the outside of the pods really set the mood.
    I felt Simon walk up behind me putting one hand around my waist and slightly turning me towards him. He was holding one of the pink truffles between his fingers and motioned for me to open wide.
    He placed the truffle in between my lips and I took a bite. It was so delicious and smooth; it really complemented the champagne. I let a low ‘ mmmm’ escape from deep in my throat. I swallowed the decadent truffle and took another sip of the bubbly. Simon beckoned me to take the other half of the treat, but I shook my head and raised my hand to take the piece of truffle out of his hand. Now I was the one who wanted to do the feeding. I raised the sweet close to his mouth and he opened wide revealing his white teeth and his soft warm pink tongue. I placed the truffle into his mouth and let my index finger linger inside. He wrapped his lips around it and sucked rather hard. I could feel him swallow the small piece of candy whole and he was only focused on the taste of my finger.
    I bit on my lower lip to keep myself from gawking, but I couldn’t help but feel extremely hot with this man right as his tongue slid against my digit. I slowly pulled it out and our eyes were locked. He took the glass of champagne out of my hand and set it down on the bench, never breaking eye contact. Then he leaned in close, tilted my chin upward toward his face, and kissed me like it might have been the last time he was ever going to kiss me again. It was long, deep, and lustful and I felt myself whimper as he pulled away.
    “Lucy Whitten,” he whispered.
    “Yeah…” I mewled.
    “I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to get enough of you.” He let out a slow deep sigh as he kissed me again, this time even longer and more covetous as his tongue passed through my lips and slid over my tongue. He tasted sweet, and I felt myself getting swept away into him. I lost myself in that man, and soon nothing mattered but us.
    He lowered himself down on to the bench, holding me against his chest. I felt safe hundreds of feet up in the air in between his arms as we