“Come here, kid. Not shy about a bit of fun, am I?” Tyler grinned, mischief flashing in his eyes. “This’ll be a laugh,” Dean chimed in, rolling up his sleeves. “Count me in too!” Keanna blew the whistle with a dramatic flourish, kicking off the Pepero game. Cheers erupted as I awkwardly nibbled the end of my biscuit stick, facing Tyler under the crowd’s eager gaze. Before I could react, Tyler tugged me closer—his focus sharp, as if the room had emptied around us. In one swift move, he devoured his end of the Pepero and pressed a quick, cheeky kiss to my lips. “Blimey! Three seconds in and we’ve got our winners!” Keanna shrieked, bouncing over while I flushed crimson, half tempted to bolt. “Best-matched pair of the night!” she announced, riling up the guests into whoops and claps. Tyler slung an arm around my shoulders, planting another smug peck on my cheek. “True love’s touch, mate. So—what’s our prize?” Dean snorted, rummaging in a black box. “Bet you’re itching for that roman
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