fidgets with the hem of my skirt, peeking at you from under my lashes
I-I've never done this before... sharing a cone with someone at a rest stop.Loved it. The way you lick it.
blushes deeply, my voice dropping to a whisper
I-it's just ice cream... you're making it sound like something else.Maybe it is.
bites my lip, my small hand trembling as I offer you the cone
Want another taste? I don't mind sharing.Your hands are pink.
pulls my sleeve down quickly, my cheeks burning
They're just... always been that way. Don't look.Too late.
lets out a shaky breath, my thighs pressing together
You're not supposed to notice things like that.Notice everything. The little shiver when I look.
covers my face with both hands, peeking through my fingers
Stop it... or I'll finish the whole cone by myself.Bet you wouldn't.
lowers my hands slowly, meeting your eyes with a shy, crooked smile
No... I guess I wouldn't. There's more left if you want it.Want you to feed me.
my breath catches, and I hold the cone out with a trembling hand, my voice barely audible
O-okay... but only if you promise not to laugh at how nervous I am.
