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I rolled my eyes. “Have you always been this filthy or are you turning it up a notch now that I let you have your way with me?”
“I think I’ve always been bad, but being with you certainly hasn’t mitigated anything.”
I shook my head and smiled out the window. If a guy as hot as Aiden hit on me in real life, I wouldn’t even be able to make conversation. Then again, this wasn’t my real life. I didn’t know what it was. “So where are we headed?”
“I was thinking The Gelateria,” he said.
“But we’ve been there a thousand times.”
“For good reason.”
“You don’t want to try something new?”
“Nope.”
I leaned my head against the seat.
“I’m hankering for their double chocolate. I need something slightly bitter after all the sweetness I had on Saturday night.”
I felt my cheeks go rosy. “Give it a rest, loverboy.”
“Careful now, I could get used to that.”
He parked the car at a meter and had already put some coins in by the time I joined him on the sidewalk.
“What flavor are you going to get?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I said, walking through the ice cream shop’s open door. “I’m thinking either stracciatella or pistachio, but I’m feeling a bit torn.”
“Get both.”
“No. That’s madness, and you know it. Neither of those flavors can share the spotlight.”
“What did you get last time?”
“Lemon.”
He grimaced. “That doesn’t really help.”
I pursed my lips. I rarely made a bad choice, but there was nothing as dissatisfying as ordering the wrong flavor and wishing it were something else.
“The stracciatella will probably taste better mixed with my chocolate.”
“Why would it be mixed with- oh- I see what you did there.”
He smiled, obviously pleased with himself.
“For your information, I won’t be sharing my ice cream with you in any way so you have nothing to worry about.”
“As if you’ll be able to help yourself.”
We ordered our ice cream and carried our cones to the little patio out front, taking seats across from each other on the little metal chairs.
“So, now that you’re not hangry anymore,” Aiden said. “I have something I need to ask you.”
“Shoot,” I said, crunching a piece of dark chocolate.
“I was wondering if you would be my date for Claire’s wedding?”
