“Didn’t I tell you to remind me not to get on a Scrambler again the last time we went to a carnival?” Ed groaned. He’d be lucky if he didn’t lose his barbeque.
Joe just laughed. “But that shade of green becomes you.”
Jenny was more sympathetic. “Want me to get you Sprite or something?”
“Would you?”
She ran off toward the row of concession stands, and Joe’s hand felt warm and comforting on Ed’s back, steering him toward a bench. He sat on the hard surface and placed his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands, trying to will away the churning in his gut.
Joe slowly rubbed circles on his back. Ed concentrated on that sensation, both soothing and uncharacteristic. His skin tingled from the light touch, spreading delicious warmth through his body. The atypical behavior didn’t surprise
