Page 265 of Mayhem and Minnie

Ah, well, at least Minnie won’t stick out too much with her mask.

I grab her hand and pull her in front of me so I can hold on to her midriff as we make our way through the crowd. The edge of the street is full of people watching a dance performance, and we stop for a moment, too. But soon we see there are a lot of other things to do.

There are stalls with food and games littered on every side of the street, and they’re all full.

“Marlowe…” Minnie whispers in awe. “This is like in the movies!”

“Movies?” I chuckle. “What movies?”

“Well.” She licks her lips. “We used to watch a lot of movies in the forties. It helped the morale of the troops for when they had time off from the war. And one in particular had a scene with a fair. It looked so fun,” she explains excitedly.

“In the forties, huh?” I raise a brow at her. “Is that where you picked up that accent?”

Her eyes widen.

“How did you know?”

I laugh.

My mother was onto something for sure. It is an Old Hollywood accent that Minnie has going on, but it’s only because she tried to mimic those movie stars. I suppose that’s how she learned some of the language too.

“It’s cute,” I simply say.

She blushes and looks away.

We walk around the different attractions and stop at a cotton candy stall.

Minnie regards the pink cotton candy curiously and I buy her one.

“Come on. Try it.”

She licks her lips and grabs a small piece of the cotton candy. Placing it in her mouth, she frowns as she slowly chews it. Her eyes grow wide and she gives me a pointed look.

“Marlowe! This is so good!” she exclaims, grabbing a bigger piece and shoving it into her mouth. “Have some, too.”

With how much gusto she’s eating, I don’t dare take a piece. Instead, I sneak my arm around her waist and pull her into me. Lowering my mouth to hers, I kiss her and taste the sweetness on her lips.

“Good indeed,” I murmur against her lips.

She freezes. But then she surprises me when she shoves another piece of cotton candy in her mouth and raises herself on the tips of her toes to give me another taste.

She does this repeatedly.

Every time she takes a mouthful, she kisses me and shares it with me.

By the time she’s done, I’m at my sugar limit but not at my Minnie limit.

But she’s too excited about the rest of the attractions to think about kissing me some more.

I’ll forgive her this time.

We walk around, and she can’t stop marveling at the atmosphere and the way people are having fun. She’s basically skipping with happiness. Now, I may not be the skipping type, but I follow stoically behind her, keeping her close to me so no one can get any ideas.

Her face might be covered, but in that dress, she’s a bombshell anyway.

I scowl just thinking about anyone ogling her and I scan the area to see if I need to beat the shit out of anyone.

“I want to try that,” she says as she points to one of the booths where people are shooting balloons for the chance to win a prize.

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