Carina's POV -
"Carina!"
I heard a familiar voice. I quickly turned back and saw Maxwell in the crowd. When my gaze met his, my pulse leapt along with the surrounding bells and whistles. He looked like a savage beast in a pretty flower garden. He had a rustic, earthy quality about him.
I resisted the surge of longing coursing through my veins. "Hey, Maxwell!" I pointed at a direction for him to proceed to the cotton candy stand.
He strode toward me, every sure step drawing attention to his dark blue T-shirt and pants, emphasizing his body's lean, strong line.
"Are you alone?" He asked.
"No, I came with Vincent. He's actually having fun in the roller coaster. I don't do roller coasters." I responded. "What of Gabriella?" I asked.
"On her way."