The Exchange Dare

Chapter Thirty Four: Ride Or Die

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"No!"

"Yes!"

"Not a chance!"

"Please, Collin!"

"Over my dead body," he deadpanned.

"Don't make me murder you!" I shot back.

He was rolling his eyes, I could tell. I didn't even need to look at him to know.

"But it smells heinous," Collin rebutted in a pleading tone.

I narrowed my eyes into slits at his nose scrunch. "Oh, grow up. It's just horse poo!"

We were currently standing by a line of carriages, debating whether or not we should take a ride around Hyde Park. I was obviously rooting for a fun experience but Collin seemed hesitant.

"Alright, but if it takes a dump mid-ride, we will have to burn these clothes when we get back!" he said in all seriousness.

I couldn't help but laugh.

Looking down at our matching London sweatshirts that we bought a while ago, I mentally consoled myself that burning them might not be the worst idea.

I was surprised when Collin decided to follow through with my stupid suggestion after all, but he suspiciously hadn't even put up a fight. He swiftly grabbed another sweatshirt for himself in the right size and headed to the register.

Then again, maybe he was concerned that I would succumb to hypothermia at any moment.

The rider hopped off and opened the latch to the carriage door. The roof was pulled down so it was an open top and the seats were plush for comfort. I quickly scrambled in and Collin followed suit. Once we were steady in place, the horses slowly started to move and tugged our cart along.

Cold January air bristled past our bodies and we huddled closer for warmth. Our shoulders were brushing, and I was close enough to catch a whiff of Collin. He smelled of sandalwood and smoke, the latter a result of the cigarette he smoked not too long ago.