He seemed to grip one of the papers, but Ashford shook his head, leaning up against the lottery table. “Nah,” he said casually. “Not that one.” Everyone laughed, cheering at his playful nature, and Theodore released the paper, catching another one. Ashford shook his head, and this continued a few more times until Ashford and Theodore locked eyes. A message seemed to pass between them, Ashford cocking a brow, almost like a challenge, and then Theodore drew out the paper. “Roses are red, violets are blue, try to kiss me and I will actually kill you.”
