We stroll around the amusement park. People are drinking, talking, and enjoying their time under the glow of neon lights. The air is thick with the scent of caramel popcorn, fried food, and excitement. Laughter rings out from different corners—couples walking hand in hand, groups of friends screaming on rides, girls darting past us with candy floss in their hands.
Mia has her arms wrapped through mine and John's, walking in the middle with an effortless confidence. Lisa clings to my left, her warmth pressing against me, while Tasha is hooked onto John's right.
Their bodies rub against us with each step, but instead of shying away, they seem to lean in closer, seeking comfort in our presence. Mia's grip tightens, her chest rubbing against my arm, and Lisa is no different. I feel the large softness against me, the light friction making my heartbeat thrum a little louder.
John nudges me with a cocky smirk. "So, what should we do now?" His voice is light, playful.
