He turned his head to look at Isabella, who had been staring at him, "What are you looking at?"
"At you."
"It's awkward to be stared at all the time, look somewhere else."
"No."
The atmosphere turned a bit ambiguous, both of them knowing what would happen next, or rather, they knew it before getting on the Ferris wheel.
Isabella pursed her lips, pretending to look behind, but actually extended her little tongue to lick her lips before turning back.
Ma'el was much less complicated, he raised his head and gently leaned forward.
Isabella leaned forward too, and soon their heads were touching, "Mmm....."
Their lips brought a wet and soft sensation, Ma'el smelled the fragrance of her hair, and when he opened his eyes, he could see her intoxicated look with her flawless, fair face.
He instinctively reached out his hand and wrapped it around Isabella's slender body, and she also reached out to embrace his waist.
