Jay POV
I took her to the fancy ice cream place, Jack and I loved it when we were kids. We were a couple of spoiled kids, coming from a privileged background and wanting nothing.
She looked around and bit her lower lip. She was amazed by the many flavors and the sizes of the servings. “I don't know what I want…” she muttered, and I closed my distance from her, my body inching towards hers from behind. I leaned forward and pointed at my favorite flavor. “The Salty Caramel Vanilla is my favorite…” I said, and she trembled under my warmth.
“And Chocolate Mint was Jack's favorite…” I pointed out a green and brown pint of ice cream. She sighed, “How about that one?” she pointed at a pink-colored ice cream. “That is regular strawberry ice cream…” I chuckled.
“Can I mix flavors?” S……
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