This was the moment of truth. At the top of the Lover’s Ferris Wheel. Any couple that kissed at this moment in this spot was destined to be together forever.
Asher leaned in.
I held my breath.
At the last moment, he veered off course and placed a soft, chaste kiss to my cheek. He lingered. The heat of his body warmed mine from the cool night air.
Then he leaned back, returning to his original posture as if nothing had happened. He turned his head away from me, gazing over the opposite side of the ride car.
My thoughts fizzled as if I’d been struck by lightning. Then, quickly, my mind restarted, flooding with too many thoughts to process.
It wasn’t a traditional kiss, but it was still a kiss.
…Did that count?
And what did Asher mean by it?
A kiss on the cheek could be romantic, bu
