Take My Breath Away

In no time, the roller coaster began to speed up. Blair could feel the strong wind hitting her face and whizzing in her ears. She couldn't help but scream out loud with her eyes shut tightly. She could imagine how scary it was.

Regret filled her heart. Why did she choose to ride a roller coaster with Wesley? She must look a sight now.

Her hair was a mess. She was screaming, which couldn't sound good to him. And her face was twisted into a mask of fright.

Then she wondered why Wesley was so quiet.

He didn't make a sound.

If he hadn't been holding her hand, she would doubt if he was really sitting right next to her.

Her curiosity to check on Wesley surpassed her fear of heights, so she decided to open an eye to catch a glimpse of him. Biting her lower lip, she slightly tilted her head and managed to open an eye. The man was as calm as he ever was, as if he wasn't sitting on a roller coaster but walking idly around the streets. Or relaxing in front of the TV.

But she had no time to marvel at his preternatural calm. The next second, the roller coaster suddenly came to a drop. She felt butterflies in her stomach as her body followed the drop. In an instant, she shrieked at the top of her lungs, tears streaming down her face.

"Wesley, Wesley!" she cried out.

"Yes?" He turned to look at the crying woman. She didn't even dare to open her eyes.

"Why aren't you screaming? Aren't you scared? Wanna scream with me?"

Wesley said casually, "Look at that beautiful view. You can see for miles up here. Why should I scream?"

"Boo...hoo...Wesley...Ah..." she cried and shrieked again when the roller coaster took a sharp turn. "Come on, play along. Everyone else is screaming," she begged.

Instead of screaming, Wesley burst out laughing when he heard what she said. He laughed so heartily that Blair could feel his hand shaking. Blair became more agitated and shouted, "You're laughing! How can you laugh? Everyone is screaming...Aargh! Please, just this once. For me?"

"But..." 'I'm not scared at all, ' he thought.

After a little hesitation, Wesley finally made up his mind and cleared his throat, ready to let out a scream. However, the train slowed down all of a sudden. The time was up. "You can open your eyes. We're on the ground now."

Blair opened her eyes and saw the roller coaster slowly sliding into the station. She took a deep breath and felt all the

have a piggyback ride. Come on. Let's go!"

Blair rolled her eyes at him. He always said she was weak. In fact, it wasn't that she was weak; it was just that he was too strong. He was a soldier.

She looked around the people passing by and then fixed her eyes on his back again. She felt bashful, and at the same time, didn't want to tire him out, so she declined, "No need. I can walk..."

Before she could finish speaking, Wesley decisively leaned backwards, grabbed her hands and pulled her onto his back.

Blair was taken aback. Before she knew it, she was riding on his back.

On their way to the restaurant, a lot of people cast them curious glances. Blair had been protesting the whole way, asking him to put her down. But he just didn't listen to her. All of her protests fell on his deaf ear.

"Okay, I can see the sign. Please put me down. I want to walk. And I don't want to tire you out," Blair said.

But he pretended he heard nothing. "It's not far now. Let me walk by myself," she persuaded again.

Still, he said nothing. "Okay, okay. I've made up my mind. I'll do exercises with you, so that I'll be as strong as you one day," she said, sighing.

"You don't have to." Finally, he opened his mouth.

He didn't like the idea that she could be as strong as him. He was afraid she didn't need him, or a boyfriend at all if she became so strong one day.

Before Blair could say anything else, they reached the restaurant. Wesley walked to a table and carefully put her down on a chair.

Free at last, Blair took a tissue from her handbag and helped him mop up the sweat.