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“I make ice cream. I don’t think I need any random info, but if I do, I now have otter information to keep.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re so weird.”
He grinned, rolling onto his side and tugging at my hair. “I am. But you’re the person who’s had sex with me twice today, so what does that say about you?”
“It says I have questionable judgment, especially since I didn’t get extra fries.”
“You ate half of mine.” He tapped me on the nose.
I batted his hand away and rubbed my nose. “I was hungry. We worked hard this afternoon.”
“You mean I worked hard. I put up about fifteen of those damn fiddly as fuck lights, then I had to fix my sister’s meltdown because she ran out of vanilla ice cream.”
“And then I made you six tubs of that which is currently in my freezer ready for tomorrow.” I prodded him. “That’s a lot of work. It wasn’t like I sat around on the floor reading a book or anything.”
“I wouldn’t know. I don’t make my own ice cream.”
I blinked at him. “You don’t make your own ice cream?”
Chase shook his head. “I tried once, and it went awfully, so I just make the cones and sundaes. I buy the ice cream in.”
“You’re swearing at me now. You don’t make your ice cream?”
“No. I can’t make it. I just said that. It doesn’t come out right. I don’t know how you do it.”
“I literally showed you how to do it. It’s not exactly astrophysics.”
He shrugged. “I can’t do it. Don’t ask me why, I just can’t.”
I shook my head and rolled onto my side, propping my head up on my hand. “I can’t believe that. You’re not even serving real ice cream. First the coffee machine, then the milkshakes, and now this. You, sir, are a mockery to the world of ice cream.”
He laughed, reaching over and pushing my messy hair away from my face. “I’m sure I am, babe, but hey, my plan worked, didn’t it?”
I stared at him. I wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that, because technically speaking, he was right. It had. It’d taken a hell of a lot longer than he thought it would, but I was lying next to him in bed, naked, with my hair all mussed and my makeup smudged.
“But it very almost didn’t,” I reminded him. “In fact, I was against this whole thing.”
“Yeah, you sounded so fucking against it earlier when you were moaning in my ear.”
I pushed at his chest. “Shut up. That’s not the point. I still maintain that I was against re-starting this relationship, but you kept on at me like a bad case of thrush and wore me down.”
“That’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever been called in my life.” He removed his hands from behind his head and pulled me over on top of his.
I rested my arms on his chest and gazed up at him. His arms wrapped around my body, his fingers linking at the base of my back. A tiny smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and his eyes were bright and shone back at me.
“What?” I asked.
“Just…you.”
“That explains it.”
He laughed softly, tightening his grip on me for a second. “That’s all there is to it. I didn’t think I’d ever look down at you again like this.”
“Neither did I.” I smiled back and shifted so I was tucked into his side instead. The stubble on his jaw tickled against my forehead.
“Remember how we used to do this? Just lie down and talk about random shit all the time?” Chase trailed circles on my bare hip with his finger.
“You mean like otters and how they pick their favorite rocks?”
“Mmm. Just like that.” He paused. “If I were an otter, I’d give you my rock.”
“That is weirdly sweet, and I don’t know how to thank someone for that.”
He laughed, his whole body shaking. “Did you know that lobsters don’t actually mate for life?”
“They don’t?” I jerked up and looked down at him.
He shook his head. “Male lobsters are sluts.”
“My whole life is a lie. No wonder Ross and Rachel were a hot fucking mess.”
“Penguins mate for life.”
“Is this the random shit we’re going to talk about today?”
He nodded. “I actually think otters mate for life, too.”
“Holy crap, you really like otters.”
His laugh was deep but loud. “See? Random information.”
“For a random conversation.”
“Exactly. That’s why I retain stupid info. For that and quiz shows.”
“When have you ever been on a quiz show?”
“Never.” He chuckled. “But it’s fun to beat my family at them when we watch. And your grandpa. It really pisses him off when I beat his ass.”
I sighed. I knew that much was true. Grandpa hated to lose during quiz shows.
“I still can’t believe you were friends the whole time.” I leaned my head back and looked up at him. “And I never knew.”
