Fifty-One. Long

*Eleanora Elliot*

He stood with his arms crossed as we waited in line.

"So hostile. Relax." I tugged on his bicep and he eventually dropped his arms, allowing me to hold his hand.

"Hale?"

"Hm?"

"Could we pretty please also do the harness obstacle course?"

"That has two floors and I think I'm too... heavy for a metal bar to hold me." He looked down at me, a small smirk on his face.

"I said pretty please." I frowned.

He sighed. "I'll ask the weight limit when we get up there."

I smiled, it would hold him.

He asked and they said 400.

So he paid for go-carting and the obstacle course.

"Which one first?" He asked, grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers.

I thought about it.

"Let's see the lines."

And go-carting wasn't as long as I thought it might be.

So I began walking over there and he followed.

I got in line and he was close behind me.

There was a shit ton of teenagers though. I shouldn't be shocked but damn.

I looked at Hale.

"Excited?" I asked as he looked over all the people with ease to see the carts.

He looked at me.

"I'm gonna beat your ass." He said, stone faced, so serious before looking over everyone again.

"No you're not. Your long ass legs won't allow it." I crossed my arms.

"Your lack of coordination won't." He smirked softly.

I scoffed, "rude."

He pinched my chin teasingly so I turned away from him and his face dropped.

"Don't do that." He turned me back around to fully face him.

"Do what?"

"Move away like you're mad. I was joking."

I smiled, leaning up and kissing his cheek.

"I know. So was I."

He frowned.

I did turn away from him to walk forward in the line though.

And his finger must've been hooked in my belt loop in the back as he pulled me to slow my pace.

"We're next." I smiled as they let all these people get in the carts and buckle themselves.

He was leaning against the railing, sexy as shit.

One of my favorite things was when I was out with them and the women gawked. The teens, even children would just stare.

Of course women were done out of lust and attraction, but the others were more innocent, just because of their size and appearance they both just attracted eyes.

I loved it. I couldn't really feel jealous like that because they don't typically entertain anything.

"I like the length of your hair, it's not too long but I can still see your tattoos." I touched his head.

He hummed, looking down at me, eyes scraping smoothly yet painfully over my chest and stomach.

He paused at my thighs.

"Stop." I smacked his arm.

He looked only slightly amused as he met my eyes.

"I'm so hungry, love. You have no idea. Maybe dinner can come earlier tonight hm?" He stood to his full height and looked out to the race track.

I honestly had nothing to say.

I was speechless and really turned on.

"Or we can keep dinner at the same time."

"Ahh, you're a dessert before dinner kinda girl?" He smiled, looking at me.

"No. I'm not." I glared.

"No fun." His hand came at the back of my neck and squeezed gently. His head dropped a bit, closer to my ear.

"I'm getting what I want for dinner, at a reasonable time, Nora. I'll try and be patient, but today it's running too fucking thin." He grumbled, standing, his hand falling down my back slowly and landing on the small of it.

I looked at him and his outer demeanor showed nothing. He was blank.

"Do we understand one another, love?" He smiled sweetly at me.

"Yes." I swallowed.

And I couldn't wait for it to happen either.

My god today was gonna be dreadfully long.