Turning, I see Scarlett standing with her hand on her cocked hip, eyebrows raised expectantly at me making mine draw together.
“What?”
She sighs, exasperated. “Aren’t you going to pay for me? Some gentleman you are.”
“Do you not have your own money or something?”
Her jaw drops. “Just get it over with and pay, Carter.”
I sigh, walking back to pay her fee before turning to go back into the fair. She sidles up beside me.
Her soft arm brushes lightly against mine, sending goosebumps across my skin. I will my body to stop reacting.
We drift through the fair with the flow of the crowd until a burst of cheers from a game booth catches our attention.
Moving toward the sound, a big sign catches my eye. Bottle smash showdown. 3 throws for $5.
It’s a small red booth, with 10 milk bottles lined up a few feet from the counter and stuffed animals everywhere. I mean literally everywhere.
Scarlett bumps her shoulder against mine causing my eyes to drift down to meet hers. “You want to try?” She teases, a small grin pulling at her lips.
My eyebrows raise. “Did you just forget the whole reason we are out here together in the first place? My shoulder is busted.”
“Only one of them. You’ve got this.” She says rolling her eyes before moving further forward to the booth.
I move with her. “My good shoulder. Seriously, my left arm won’t get it within five feet of those bottles.”
She turns back to me, leaning her ass against the counter. “Want to place a wager, Carter?” She asks with a devilish smirk on those pouty lips and suddenly, I think I’ll do just about anything that she asks of me.
“What’s on the line, Quinn?” I say because, fuck, if I’m not curious.
“If you lose…” She trailed off, bringing a slender finger to her chin to mock thinking. So dramatic. “Then you owe me a truth. A real truth. No dodging it.”
I sigh. Though, honestly, that’s certainly not the worst thing that she could come up with. So, I agree.
“Okay. And what if I win?” My eyes narrow slightly.
She ponders again. “Hm… If you win, you get to pick something I need to try at this fair.”
A small smirk creeps onto my face. “Is that right? Anything that I choose?”
She gives me a small nod. “Dealers choice, Carter. What do you say?” She says through a smile, her petite body practically vibrating with excitement.
I can’t say no to her. Not like this.
I roll my eyes, wiping a hand down my face to try to cover the grin that’s creeping across.
“You’re on, little Quinn.” I say as I stalk forward to the booth sliding a five-dollar bill across the counter to the attendant, the man handing me the first ball.
I pick it up with my left hand. It feels so foreign. Fuck, there’s no way I’m winning this.
I roll out my shoulders to loosen some tension before winding my arm back for the first throw.
I release and… fuck, where did that even a go?
I quickly peek over at Scarlett to see her holding in a laugh.
“Don’t start, Quinn.” My tone is playful as I gear up for my next shot.
