Love In Between(21)

I looked at him and smiled. The ride ended, and Charley got off. She grabbed onto our hands once again and led us over to the games.

“Miss Gilmore, do you like to play games?” she asked as she looked up at me.

“I love to play games, Charley.”

“So does my uncle Luke.” She winked.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Charley, when we’re not in school, you can call me Lily.”

“Really?!” she asked in excitement.

Luke looked over at me and laughed. “Just remember though, she’s Miss Gilmore during school hours,” he said.

“Ok, I’ll remember,” she said as she led us to the game that had the huge, stuffed purple cat hanging from the tent. “I want that cat, Uncle Luke,” she begged.

I laughed as we approached the milk bottle toss. There was no question that Luke was going to win that cat for Charley. He paid the guy behind the booth as he handed him three baseballs. He told Luke to stand behind the line. I looked at him and frowned.

“That seems pretty far back,” I said.

“Nah, it’s fine. I used to play some baseball in high school. I can do this.” He smiled.

Luke threw the first ball and knocked down the milk bottles. There was something about watching him throw those balls that made my heart beat faster. I was scared, because I suddenly saw him as almost perfect. As promised, he won Charley her cat.

“Here,” he said as he handed me the baseball. “Try it.”

I shook my head. “No, I can’t throw. I’d just embarrass myself.”

“Just try it for fun.” Luke smiled.

I sighed as I stepped behind the line and threw the ball. I almost hit the man behind the counter. Good thing he ducked when he did. Luke and Charley started laughing. Suddenly, Luke was behind me, and he grabbed my hand.

“Here, let me help you,” he said as he continued laughing.

He brought my hand up over my head and counted to three. His touch was amazing, and my impulses were starting to go crazy. My heart was rapidly beating, and the sensation deep below was back. I closed my eyes for a moment. On the third count, he helped me throw the ball. Needless to say, I knocked down all the milk bottles. I jumped up and down, clapping my hands as Charley was cheering with excitement, and Luke was smiling at me. The carnie told me to pick which animal I wanted, so I picked the smaller version of Charley’s cat.

“Look, now we match,” I said as I held my cat next to Charley’s. “Can you do me a favor and hold it for me while I take some pictures.”

“Sure I can!” she said excitedly.

I brought my camera up and started taking pictures of Charley walking in front of us. I would call her name, and she would turn her head right before I pushed the button.

“Why photography?” Luke curiously asked.

“I love to capture people in a way you normally wouldn’t see them when they’re standing in front of you. Pictures capture true emotions. You know how people say that ‘a person’s eyes are the window into their soul’?”

“Yeah,” he responded.

“That’s how I feel about pictures. I feel photographs capture the true nature of a person at that moment. The people don’t just become images, they become stories. If you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I think I do.” Luke smiled as he looked at me.

“I see the world differently through the lens of a camera.” I smiled.

I felt comfortable talking to Luke. Too comfortable in fact, and it was scaring the shit out of me.





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Charley wanted to go on the Ferris wheel. In fact, she wanted all of us to go together. I hated Ferris wheels because I’m afraid of heights, and the thought of being stuck at the top scared the shit out of me.

“Come on, Uncle Luke and Lily; let’s go on the Ferris wheel!” Charley squealed in excitement.

“Ok, Charley, we’re coming.” Luke smiled as he tried to catch up with her.

“You two, go ahead. I’ll watch from the sidelines.” I smiled.

“You don’t like Ferris wheels, do you?” Luke asked with a small grin on his face.

“No, I don’t. I’m scared of heights.”

We got up to the gate, and Luke grabbed my hand. I looked at him as he smiled at me.

“Luke, what are you doing?” I said in panicked tone as he pulled me through the gate.

“Face your fears, Lily. It’s the only way you’ll get over them.”

“Luke Matthews, I’m not getting on that Ferris wheel,” I said as I tried to loosen the tight grip he had on my hand.

“Just like you weren’t getting on my bike?” he asked.

He stopped pulling me, turned around, and our eyes met. “You’ll be safe; I promise.”

Just like with the motorcycle, I trusted him. I took in a deep breath as the three of us climbed into the seat of the Ferris wheel.

“Lily, since you’re scared, you can sit next to Uncle Luke,” Charley said.

I sat in-between Luke and Charley. The ride started to move, and I gripped the bar so tight that my knuckles turned white. My heartbeat quickened as my panic grew, so I closed my eyes, wishing that the ride would end before it even began; then Luke took my hand.