Copyright © 2011, M. H. Strom
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“You wanna play?”
“Yeah, okay.” I didn’t really but these girls were pretty cute, especially the blonde one.
“Throw the rings over the Eiffel tower.” The blonde girl pointed to the miniature Eiffel behind her. “You get a French treat for each one you get over.”
Her hand brushed mine as she handed me the rings and I glanced up into stunning blue eyes. She turned away and I traced the shape of her sleek, young body, my eyes lingering on the gentle curve of her hips. I blinked and concentrated on the model Eiffel. I didn’t want to make a fool of myself in front of these girls.
I threw the first ring and got it over. Both girls cheered and I almost laughed at their enthusiasm. I tried to focus again but was too hurried this time and missed.
“Ohhh that was close.”
“Come on, you can do it.”
I threw the last ring, and the girls cheered again. I couldn’t help but grin at them. I wondered what my French treat would be. A French kiss?