Steven's POV
Un-f*****g-believable. I missed the center of the target by a hair. As for Heather, she got a bulls-eye. Dread fills in as I think about getting a tattoo. Looking over, she has the biggest smirk on her face that I want to kiss right off.
"Can we negotiate the bet?" I attempt to plead, but she shakes her head no. f**k.
We stay at the shooting range for half an hour before leaving. I drive us to the next destination. An ice skating rink. "Are you serious?" She asks, and I can't tell if she's happy or completely bummed at this. My heart beats rapidly thinking I disappointed her.
"We can go somewhere else if you don-
She places a finger to my lips to quiet me. "I have NEVER done this before, but always wanted to try! Let's go!" She eagerly opens the door and jumps out. Bef
