“I was going to bring washing home to my mum.”
“You’re twenty-two years old, Cole! You’re doing your own washing.”
Laughing, I sipped my milkshake, wondering if we should maybe have beer since we were no longer teenagers. But this was nostalgia, revisiting our past, trying to figure out if we had a place in each other’s future. I already knew the answer to that one.
She held her hand up as I was about to say something. “Don’t even think about telling me you don’t know how. I’ll show you.”
“You just want to touch my dirty clothes.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Kinky,” I added, wanting a proper reaction.
“Yeah, I’m having a really hard time not jumping you and having wild sex on the table.”
I leant farther back, holding my arms out. “I’m not stopping you. In fact, I actively encourage it.”
She laughed. “Of course, you do.”
I looked down at my bowl and then back at Oakley, thousands of food fight memories flooding my mind.
A little gasp told me that she was right there with me.
“You’re an adult now, Cole!” Laughing, she loaded her own spoon. “I will fight back.”
I slowly stirred the melting ice cream with my spoon, watching her the whole time. Her smile grew wider as she waited for the inevitable. I was just about to flick it at her when cold ice cream hit my face.
My jaw dropped.
“Too slow,” she rasped.
Quickly recovering from the shock, I dropped the spoon and got a handful of ice cream, ready to wipe it across her prettyface, but she was already on her feet, heading towards the half-open door.
“No, you don’t!”
She couldn’t move very fast as she had to weave around all the junk Mum had insisted on keeping, so I quickly caught up with her. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her against my chest. Right where she belonged.
Squealing, she grabbed my arm, holding it away from her, and wriggled to get out of my grip. Her body writhing against mine, and her arse rubbing against my crotch had my dick hard within seconds.
I hissed through my teeth as she pushed back against me.
“It’s happening.”
“No! Cole!”
“I’ll give up if you say sorry.”
“Not a chance,” she mumbled, laughing harder.
I managed to get my arm closer to her face.
“No, no, no! I only flicked a little on you.”
“Fine, I’ll only wipe one finger across your face.”
Damn, she was a lot stronger than she used to be.
“Cole!”
