The moment Carmen set down her cider glass, I saw a spark in her eyes a mischievous, dangerous spark that always preceded chaos. Before I could even process what was happening, she lunged toward me, scooping me up like I weighed nothing.
"Carmen!" I shrieked, laughing as she twirled me around the kitchen. "Put me down!"
"Not until I've properly celebrated my award-winning girlfriend," she declared, spinning me faster.
"I haven't even won yet!" I gasped between giggles.
"Details, details," she said, finally setting me down on the counter but keeping a firm grip on my waist to steady me. Her face was lit up with pure joy, and I couldn't help but laugh at her ridiculousness.
"Okay, seriously," I said, catching my breath. "You're going to give me a heart attack."
"You'll survive," she teased, leaning in to kiss my cheek. Then she pulled back, her eyes narrowing in mock seriousness. "But this isn't enough. I need more chaos."
