My Enemy [BL]
Every time our eyes met, my heart fluttered as if it wanted to escape my chest.
When we finally arrived, the carnival lights were dazzling—twinkling reds, blues, and golds blinked in the dusk, mixing with the smell of popcorn and caramel. It was loud, bright, and full of life. Frank parked, and we joined the steady flow of laughter and chatter moving through the entrance.
We tried almost every game in sight—ring toss, darts, and even that ridiculous hammer game where you smack the pad as hard as you can to ring the bell. Of course, Frank hit it on his first try.