Wes watched in utter amusement as Kenzie seemed to return to awareness, chuckling before taking another puff of the joint. "I don't have one," he answered, honest and yet still managing to shield the essence of himself in it. The truth was, he'd never been to an amusement park, had never ridden on questionably safe carnival rides. It simply wasn't the childhood he'd experienced, and it wasn't something he could relate to.
"What's yours?" he asked, certain that turning the question onto her would distract her from prying when he wasn't in the mood to share, unabashedly looking at her arse as she walked away to take pictures.