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I clear my throat, suddenly remembering I was on the phone, and my brows shoot up a little in embarrassment.

Keep your head on straight, Bodi.

“Yeah, I’m here.” It’s a blatant lie, because physically I’m here, but my mind stays with my little minx for the rest of the day.

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For the fact that we’re notdating, we’re looking pretty date-ish to me.

My cheeks are warmed by the early spring sun, my nose tempted by the smell of all kinds of street food. Sunglasses cover my eyes, and I’m wearing my favorite Chucks as we walk through town, but it isn’t until Bodi’s hand slips into mine that a feeling of happiness overwhelms me.

I want to say something, looking at the side of his face while I squeeze his hand a little. He gives me a side glance with a smile that makes my heart purr, and I decide that for once I’m going to keep my mouth shut, not wanting to ruin the moment, afraid I’ll wake up from the dream I seem to be living.

We stroll through the park silently. But it isn’t uncomfortable. I rarely shut up, always finding a way to tease anyone or fill the void. But with Bodi, I seem to find a quiet I never knew I had. Just feeling his presence next to me is enough to simply enjoy his energy.

“You want ice cream?” he asks when an ice cream food truck stands a bit farther up the pavement.

“Don’t ask silly questions, McKay.”

He chuckles and we make our way over to the cart. He orders a cone with ginger and chocolate while I pick cinnamon and raspberry.

“Who eats ginger ice cream?” I teasingly scrunch up my nose when we take a seat on one of the benches.

“What’s wrong with ginger ice cream?”

“Everything.”

“Have you ever tasted it?” Bodi cocks an eyebrow, his tongue darting out to take a lick of his cone. The move is slow, deliberate, and I can feel my thighs clench.

“No.” I smile, keeping my gaze fixed on my own cone.

He gently grabs my chin, twisting my head toward him. His eyes flash with burning flames, ready to devour me, while a glint of excitement makes me bite my lip.

“You should try it. It goes great with cinnamon.” He takes a lick from his ice cream, just enough to let it sit on his tongue, then he leans in, sliding it between my parted lips.

Oh, hot damn.

When the cold substance falls on my tongue, followed by the warmth it comes with, I moan into his mouth. The fresh taste of the ginger accompanies a tang of pepper I would never enjoy in any other way. But combined with a sweetness that comes from Bodi’s tongue, it’s divine. And so fucking sexy.

His touch is equivalent to a feather brushing my cheek when his thumb caresses my skin. I shiver, shuddering like a dog trying to dry his fur, and he smiles against my lips when the cold ice cream has melted in our mouths.

“Did I just make you shake?”

“You did,” I confess with a lazy look. “It’s what happens when you change my appetite to want something we’re not allowed to do in a public park.”

“I thought you like to break the rules?”

My eyebrows move above my sunglasses. “Are you going to fuck me in the park, Bodi? Because just say the word. You don’t have to wait for me to finish this.” I hold up my cone. “Like, tell me now and I’m done.” I bring my hand forward, ready to toss the thing over my shoulder, but he catches my wrist.

Laughing, he brings his mouth close to mine, pressing another firm kiss to my lips. I can feel how my toes curl, and my vagina yellsmore, more, more.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“No doubt.”

“Not today, baby.” He smirks.

I let out a disappointed grunt, pouting, before he pulls me against his side. For a minute, we sit there, watching people walk by, enjoying the sunny weekend like we are. It feels like we’ve never done anything else. Like we’ve been doing this for as long as we can remember.

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