Just one bite. One bite won't kill you.
I leaned in and tore off a small piece with my teeth, the cinnamon sugar coating my lips. My eyes fluttered shut, a moan falling from my mouth.
Sebastian's eyes widened, lips parting. "Good?"
"It's fine."
"Liar." He grinned. "Your face and that cute little moan says otherwise."
I wiped the sugar from my mouth, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
But yeah. It was really fucking good.
"Ring toss!" Sebastian announced a minute later, crumpling his napkin and tossing it into a nearby trash can with the precision his physical therapist would have been proud of. "I have a debt to pay."
"You really don't," I laughed.
"I really do." He grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the game booths. "Emma! Damien! You coming?"
"Right behind you," Emma called, still licking cinnamon from her fingers.
The ring toss booth was run by a teenager who looked profoundly bored with existence. Behind him, rows of bottles glinted under the fluorescent lights, and above them hung the prizes—cheap stuffed animals in garish colors, their dead plastic eyes staring into the void.
"How much?" Sebastian asked.
"Five bucks for three rings."
Sebastian slapped a twenty on the counter. "Twelve rings."
The kid handed them over without comment.
"This is unnecessary," I said.
"This is honor." Sebastian lined up his first shot, tongue poking out in concentration. "I made a promise. I'm going to keep it."
The first ring bounced off a bottle and clattered to the ground.
"Promising start," I said.
"Shut up. I'm warming up."
The second ring missed entirely.
"Still warming up?"
The third ring—miraculously—caught on a bottle neck and spun twice before settling.
Sebastian pumped his fist. "Did you see that?"
"I saw a thirty percent success rate."
"You saw greatness," he countered, bouncing on the ball of his one able-bodied foot.
Nine rings later, Sebastian had won exactly enough points for a medium-tier prize: a lumpy purple elephant with one ear slightly larger than the other.
"She's perfect," he declared, accepting the elephant from the bored teenager. "Don't you think?"
"She sure is something," I said, not bothering to hide my smile.
