Funny science with Wivien - part 1.

Today we hit a science fair, the kind with blinking lights and gadgets that look like they belong in an adult toy shop. I skipped every physics class back in school, so this should be dull. Turns out it’s the opposite. Wivien tags along, blonde hair loose, teenage mischief already in her eyes. She grabs my hand and pulls me toward a row of strange machines. She laughs when a metal sphere spins faster every time we step closer. The demo guy shows us something about friction, but Wivien just wants to feel it. She presses her palm to the spinning top, then runs that same hand down my chest with a smirk. The next exhibit has glass tubes that light up under touch. She touches them, then touches me—collarbone, nipple, belt. A jolt jumps between us. Every new gadget ends with her testing how it feels against bare skin. She climbs onto a low platform meant for weightlessness demos, legs spread so her skirt rides up. I stand between her knees while she rocks the surface, testing balance. Nothing in the booths explains the heat between us, but she keeps finding new ways to prove friction can be fun. The day’s still young, and so is she.