““Sure you don’t want any?” He shrugged and leaned toward me. “Okay, I’ll take some.” Which I’d so not expected, and which had me wondering what I was supposed to do now. Stick my spoon in his mouth? I felt a cold drip on the hand holding the carton and realized my spoon was suspended and the ice cream was starting to melt. I extended it toward him, watched as his mouth closed around my spoon. Now what? I was so not used to feeding guys. He wrapped his hand around my wrist and guided my hand back. I watched appreciation glide over his face like hot fudge over a banana split. “It tastes like you,” he said. The heat rushed into my face. “Uh, yeah, my lip balm…same flavor.” “I think it just became my favorite ice cream.” Ookaay. So was that an endorsement of my kiss?””
