#Chapter 31- Kiss

Kingston I told myself the kiss meant nothing. It had been an accident—a stumble, a jolt, two people colliding in a cramped Ferris wheel cabin. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t real. And yet… Every time I looked at Cora, I could still feel the ghost of her mouth against mine. Soft. Warm. Too damn tempting. I clenched my jaw and forced myself to focus, to act casual for the kids’ sake as we led the boys through the path of colorful tents and rides. But it wasn’t easy. Every glance at her felt heavier now, charged with something unspoken. Every brush of her arm, every quick smile she threw over her shoulder—it all lodged under my skin, a slow-burning ache I couldn’t seem to shake. "Come on!" Riley shouted, grabbing my hand and dragging me toward a cluster of carnival games. "You gotta win me the big dragon!" I let him pull me along, grateful for the distraction. "The dragon, huh? You sure you don’t want something easier? Like that... pink duck?" Riley made a face.