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Lily couldn’t take her eyes off of Jungkook.  He was breathtaking.  His pictures didn’t even do him justice.  The force of his personality, the sweetness of his soul, was so much more overwhelming in person.

He was staring down at the theme park laid out before them.  They were nearly at the top of the Ferris wheel.  It had stopped.  She glanced up for a moment.  Marilyn and Tae were at the top.  Lily and Jungkook occupied the car below them.  They were still very high up.  The ground was so far away, the people just miniature forms walking around.  

When she glanced back at Jungkook, her breath froze in her chest.  He was looking at her with such a look in his eyes.  No guy had ever looked at her like that before.  For a moment, it scared her.  She wasn’t sure why.  This was Jungkook, after all!  

It’s just that his gaze was so intense.  It was stealing her breath.  Then his focus shifted to another place below her nose.  Involuntarily, she glanced at his lips too.  He had such a beautiful mouth, especially when it was stretched into the grin that transformed his whole face into a thing of such intense beauty that she nearly fainted every time she saw that captivating expression on his face.

Then he leaned down and pressed his mouth against hers. Her eyes fluttered shut as his lips came to rest gently upon her own.  Her heart sighed.  She treasured the moment, tucking it away into her heart to draw out again later.

Jungkook pulled back slightly, and his breath brushed her ear as he whispered, “Thank you, Lily, for today.  I will always remember you as my lovely Lily.”

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Were they high enough off the ground to be protected from anyone’s view?  Tae gazed down at Marilyn, seated next to him on the Ferris wheel.  Their box had reached the very top.  And then the Ferris wheel had stopped moving.  It was the perfect moment to do what he had been contemplating for an hour.  

At some point today he’d become absolutely fascinated with her lips.  He couldn’t have even said why.  But those two pale pink beauties kept stretching into a wide smile that beckoned him to join in her laughter.  She was absolutely delightful.  They had talked all afternoon about a variety of subjects.  She was witty and wonderful.  

The only rub was that they had only a few minutes left together.  Then life would move on.  He wanted to give her something to remember him by.  Who was he fooling?  He wanted it as badly as he wanted to give it to her.  One memory of a perfect day with a flawless rose.  That’s how he would remember Marilyn.  Always.  As his rose.  His radiant rose.

It was now or never.  He gazed down at her.

“Marilyn?” Tae whispered, his voice husky.

She tilted her head to look up at him, her attention wandering from the scene playing out far below them.

“Marilyn,” he breathed her name again.  Then he bent his head until his face was a breath away from hers.  “My English rose.”

Surprised, she argued, “Your English rose?  But, Tae, I’m not English.  I’m Latina.”

“I know,” he whispered, drawing nearer still.  “But I am.  I’m Rupert, remember?” he laughed, right before his lips claimed hers in the sweetest of kisses.

As it turned out, it didn’t matter one whit that Tae was three-quarters of a foot taller than Marilyn.  He had no trouble reaching her lips, after all.