Cotton candy kisses, stolen glances under the neon glow—Abbey’s night at the carnival was anything but innocent. A hand on her waist, a teasing whisper, and suddenly the thrill of the rides had nothing on the electricity between them. Between the flashing lights and the dizzying scent of sugar and summer heat, things were bound to get deliciously out of control. A darkened corner, a secluded bench, and the kind of tension that begged to be broken. Well, darlings, the carnival isn’t just for games—sometimes, you win the ultimate prize. 😉
XOXO Ashleigh
Gary Campbell
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