Page 8 of The Last Thing
The attendant points to the prizes for scoring three points, and my hellion whispers, “You should get the rabbit.”
It’s a floppy, light gray rabbit, and when I look down at her face and the expression shimmering in her eyes, that’s exactly what I get.
“Where are my prize options?” Hells Bells asks.
“Right over here.”
She runs around the side of the booth to where there are a variety of necklaces, then she laughs loudly and grabs one. “Perfect.”
She’s tearing the plastic open as she walks over to me.
“One for you and one for me.”
She holds something out, and it takes me a minute to realize it’s one of those necklaces that’s half a heart, and she has the other half. The one she gave me says “true.” Hers says “love.”
She smiles brightly. “Now you’ll always remember the night you met your true love.”
The sassy, spunky look on her face sends me over the edge, and I grab her by the side of the neck and pull her lips to mine.
And fuck.
Fuck me.
She pulls me closer, twisting her tongue around mine as she kisses me back.
God damn it. It’s been too long since I’ve gotten laid.
I must be desperate, because I swear a kiss has never felt this damn good before.
Her fingers curl into my hair, and I wish we weren’t at this carnival. I wish I was buried deep inside her.
When a groan slips out of me, she breaks our kiss and stares up at me, wide-eyed, but then her face morphs into a devilish smile as mischief dances in her eyes.
“Race you to the Ferris wheel.”
She takes off running, and for a second, I stare at her.
I was fully prepared to be a sulky, grumpy asshole with only my hand to get me off in a lonely hotel room tonight, but this woman changed everything.
Her sassy brightness makes me want more. So much more. Since this is the only shot I get, I’m going to make tonight count.
CHAPTER THREE
HALLIE
“You like Ferris wheels?”Deck—if that’s his real name—asks as it quickly moves us up to the top, then down and around again.
“Yeah. I’ve always liked heights, exploring, adventure. I don’t know… one time, my cousin and I took my sister cliff jumping, and we literally had to drag her over the edge with us. She’s terrified of heights. She was scared to fly for the first time. But me? I don’t know. Not much scares me.”
Except love. Or what happens when love ends.
That’s why I have my rules. No love, only hookups. Nothing more than one night.
Though this is more than I usually do with a hookup. I wasn’t initially planning to bring him to a carnival, but it’s like I could sense this other part of him deep down that desperately needed to be set free. And carnivals are always magical.
The Ferris wheel slows and comes to a stop at the top as people get off and others climb on.
“Good. Because it looks like we’re going to be up here for a few minutes.”
