Tamsy Caines smirked as he pointed at the roller coaster in the distance. “Bet you won’t scream first this time.”

He knew he’d said it a dozen times before. You just rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, daring him with that silent glare he secretly loved.

“Alright, fine,” he laughed, tossing a coin between his fingers. “Loser buys ice cream?”

You nodded once, sharp and decisive, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a word. Tamsy grinned wider, already imagining your inevitable defeat.

The coaster click-clacked to the top. He leaned close, his breath teasing your ear. “Ready to admit it?”

The ride dropped. Your hands gripped the bar like it was a lifeline. Tamsy’s grin turned into a mix of exhilaration and surprise as he realized—you didn’t scream. Not once.

“You… you actually didn’t!” he yelled over the wind, eyes wide. “Impossible!”

At the bottom, you stumbled off, chest pounding, but arms crossed triumphantly. Tamsy shook his head, laughing and shaking the same coin in defeat. “Okay, okay… you win this round. Ice cream it is.”

He followed your lead, still smiling like a fool. And he knew this little dare duel? It wasn’t just about screaming—it was slowly, quietly, falling for you.