91 Confession

"Wha- what are you doing! Pervert!" I didn't heed his request that I don't move a muscle. He doesn't own me… I will do what I want to do! I raised my shoulder to get him off of me, but Bash tightened his grip and I noted he was actually shivering.

His head hung low, and the fringes of his black hair covered his face partially.

"Don't be a coward, Bash! You put us in this situation." I said.

We were nearing the top of the ferris wheel now, and the higher we got, the scarier it was to look down.

Bash wasn't responding to everything I was saying. There wasn't even a banter as I expected he would not take my insults with open arms.

I was getting tired of it, and I just wanted this thing to end.

He was still holding my arm with his big hands, and I couldn't dare to kick or push him away as I was afraid it would tip the basket over.