Rountree pouted and awkwardly turned back to Fatima, who was giggling to herself. She turned to him and gave him a seductive look.
"Maybe we should have a little fun tonight," she teased him sweetly. Devin chuckled and put his arm around her.
"Don't be starting something you can't finish, missy," he said softly. Fatima smiled sweetly. Just then, they were allowed onto the ride. They got into the third car from the front. Devin pulled the seat belt over his lap and buckled it in place. Fatima pulled hers tight and fumbled under the seat for a few moments, looking for the other part of the seat belt, before Devin reached over and tried to buckle hers for her. Just then, an attendant walked over. Without saying anything, he reached under Fatima and grabbed the buckle. Devin saw the panic in her eyes, and he was pissed. In his eyes, the attendant had no right to invade her personal space the way he did. The attendant buckled the seat belt, then let his eyes wander up and down Fatima's body. Devin was getting seriously possessive, so he reached over and grabbed her hand. The attendant walked away without a word. "You good?" Devin asked softly.
"I'm fine. I don't want to talk about it," Fatima said softly. Devin nodded in understanding.
"Got it," he said, before pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. The ride began quickly after. Fatima felt her hijab coming loose. In a panic, she tried to hold it with her hands, but the ride made her want to hold onto the bar. She cried out, feeling no control as the ride flung her around and her hijab was inevitably coming off. Devin saw and put one arm across her body, trying to keep her secure. As the ride came to a stop, Fatima was holding the fabric to her head. She was near tears. Devin put his arm around her and tried to hide her, and another woman joined in. As they got off, Jordan saw and hurried over. They helped her to the women's room, and Jordan and the other woman helped Fatima inside. Once the door was closed, Fatima relaxed.
"Thank you guys," she said quietly. Jordan nodded a little.
"Of course," she said gently. Fatima faced the mirror and quickly put her hijab back on, then dug through her purse. She found a safety pin and pinned the fabric in place, just for extra security. She smiled and slipped out.
"Thank you guys again. I mean it," Fatima said quietly. Both nodded. Jordan stepped towards her brother, and the other woman simply nodded and walked away.
"You okay, Fatima?" Devin asked softly. Fatima smiled a little.
"Yeah. I'm good. For real. I was just scared it was going to come off," she said quietly. Devin nodded.
"As long as you're good," he said gently. Fatima nodded.
"I am," she replied. They nodded and walked away, looking for a new ride to try. After a few hours, it was getting dark.
"We should probably head back to the hotel soon," Devin whispered. Fatima and Jordan nodded in agreement.
"Can we go on the Ferris Wheel first?" Fatima asked shyly. Devin smiled and nodded.
"Of course we can," he said sweetly. They walked to the ferris wheel and got in line.
"Two to a car," the attendant said as the trio got on. Jordan slowly backed up and allowed Fatima and Devin on. Fatima felt bad, but the door was already closed. As it slowly approached the bottom, Devin reached over and took Fatima's hand in his. He let his thumb rub over the top of her hand, then slowly pulled her close to him. Their lips met, slowly at first. They were both a little unsure, as it was their first kiss that wasn't a surprise. They shared a soft smile and looked up, realizing they were at the very top.
"Don't look down," Devin reminded her. Fatima blushed and looked away. As they approached the ground, they saw Jordan waiting.
"I feel kinda bad," Fatima admitted.
"It's not our fault. It was two to a car," he said gently.
"I know, but I'm a guest," Fatima replied, feeling insecure again.
"Fatima. Chill. It's not that big of a deal," he said gently. Fatima nodded a little.
Pretty soon, they were back at their suite. They quickly changed into pajamas, and Fatima snuggled into her bed. Jordan smiled and closed the door. She crawled into her bed and pulled the blankets over her head. Fatima chuckled.
"So what exactly has your brother said about me?" she asked. Jordan pushed the blanket down and raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You said Devin told you a lot about me," she said.
"He did," Jordan replied, confused.
"So what did he say? Fatima asked.
"I'm sworn to secrecy," Jordan replied.
"Come on, please?" Fatima begged .
"Fine," Jordan replied. She crawled out of her bed and sat down on Fatima's. "At first, he said he was working part time with your agency. He said there was a really pretty badass that works there. Then he started telling me about how this pretty badass was also really sweet. How you guys spent hours chatting on stakeouts and how you guys could talk about anything," she said. Fatima beamed. "Then, he said he was accepted into your agency, and he hoped they would partner him with you. He stumbled over your name at first, but-"
"Yeah, he did that in front of me too. He always got so flustered and embarrassed, it was really cute," Fatima said. Jordan closed her eyes.
"That's my brother you're talking about. Anyway, after a while, he stopped doing it. He was constantly talking about you, how you hit a guy in the face with your gun to save his life. He talked about how you were an actress but you wouldn't tell him what," she said. Fatima frowned.
"That part of my life is a rough subject for me," she said quietly.
"I get it. He liked talking about how you called him attractive," Jordan teased. Fatima turned bright red when she realized what she meant.
"He called me attractive first!" she protested.
"Easy. I don't need to know all the details of how my friend and my brother got together," she said teasingly. "Anyway. He started talking about how he found your show, how you were such a badass, and he said he was definitely in love with you. Then he started wondering if he had a chance with you." Jordan whispered the last part, nervous her brother would hear.
"Why would he wonder?" Fatima asked.
"He said that he was scared you wouldn't want to date because of your religion," Jordan said quietly. Fatima nodded in understanding. "Then he started talking about how you were with this other guy. He was heartbroken. He called me crying the day you told him."
Fatima felt awful. The only reason she'd ever tried to look for another guy was because she'd been trying to distract herself from him in the first place!
