“Okay, then you have to taste one by my choice,” I reply quickly. I guess we’re starting a new game now.
“Deal,” he agrees.
He looks down the row we’re standing in front and a devilish smile perks at the corner of his lips. Obviously, he knows exactly what he’s searching for. “There it is.” He takes my hand and pulls me forward. My pulse races in every sensitive spot on my body because he doesn’t just take my hand, he intertwines his fingers with mine, and it dawns on me that I don’t recall the last time a man has held my hand, as silly and juvenile as it is. It seems clear that Austin is on a mission to accomplish something, and I’m still busy looking at our hands. The sight of the littlest bit of affection makes my chest hurt, and I don’t know why. Maybe I do know why, but I’d rather avoid that thought.
I consider pulling myself from the hold he has on me, but I don’t. I don’t think I want him to let go.
While I’m lost in thought about two hands melting together, we stop, and laughter belts out of him. “Here we are.”
I look up at the sign and hold back a gag. “Um, no. Absolutely not.”
“You’re a tough cookie. You can handle it.”
“I am not taking a bite of Grasshopper Mint ice cream. Are you out of your mind?”
“No. Here, I’ll even go first.” He’s kidding. He’s not eating that crap. “Two please.”
“One,” I correct him.
“You’re not going to let me sample it too?” he asks, his voice going all honeyed and sweet. Oh, please. “No, you can sample, but I’m not.”
“Two,” he says again with a stiff nod to the vendor.
For crying out loud. I am not eating that shit.
The vendor hands Austin two little cups with spoons, and Austin hands one of the cups to me, but I don’t take it. “Scarlett, it’s going to melt and I’d like to try mine.”
Since he wants to eat his, and he’s being so persistent, I take it, but I have no intention of putting my tongue on that spoon. He’s full of it. He’s not taking a bite.
I watch as he digs his spoon in and takes out probably most, if not all the contents, from the miniature cup. The look on his face doesn’t change at all as he shoves the spoon full of ice cream into his mouth. Oh my God. I’m going to be sick just watching him. “What is wrong with you?”
“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” he moans.
