"Hey," he says, and I'm 100% sure he rubbed his jaw when he said that.
"Do you want to help a pretty girl out, please?I have a hankering for ice cream, and if I don't have it, I'm going to cry," I say.A damsel in distress has nothing on me.
"Look, I can pick you up tonight.I'll take you for ice cream."
"Oh no.I can't wait until then, Jeefy.I'm already dying."It's a freaking national security event, Jeefy.
"Well, I could get fired if I take my boss's truck and bring you some," Jeefy says, and I know he's lying.He's playing me.Amateur.
"I'll tell you what, I'll give you a kiss if you bring me some, and then if you get fired, I'll give you another kiss."
I hope Jeefy knows I'll be paying for the frozen treats with kisses because I'm so stripped of cash; thanks to my father, I can't even afford to buy myself air right now.
"Deal."
"Thank you.Oh, can I get pistachio-flavored one and a chocolate one, and also a caramel one?And I would love you forever if you brought me some of those sugar cones, pretty please."
"You got it."
"Thank you, Jeefy.I'll be waiting for you," I say seductively, except I'm talking to the ice cream and not Jeefy.
As if I could already taste the decadent frozen dessert, a rush of dopamine hits, and I breathe in deeply before I start pacing the floor in anticipation of Jeefy's arrival.
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Just when I think Ican't wait a second longer, a truck pulls up at the front of the cabin.
It's ice cream.I mean, it's Jeefy.
In an effort not to be totally psychotic, I make myself wait at the front door as Jeefy climbs out of the truck, with a bright blue cooler in his hand.I can almost taste the frozen cream sliding down my throat and cooling my hormones.
