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“I dunno. At some point.”

“Maybe ask around and see if anyone has crochet things they can lend you before you dive all in,” Rupert said. “I’m sure Norman will know someone.”

“Thanks. Oh, Rupert, look! They have soap shaped like rubber ducks!” I dragged him down to the stall I’d spotted, immediately thinking I’d get some as Christmas presents for friends. Not because I thought they smelled, but simply because they were duck soaps! Who wouldn’t love that?

Rupert smiled fondly as he listened to me debate between various ducks and try to decide which one to get for each person—Darcy was definitely getting the one in the little chef hat to start—looking at me as if everything I said was special. Important. Like I was worth listening to. It was a fucking joyous feeling that made me want to burst into song and do a little dance in the middle of the crowd.

Things might be more difficult for us sometimes, and we might take a different route to some people, but it would be worth it in the end.

Once I’d loaded up on duck soap, and we’d perused the last of the stalls, we finally wandered towards the light trail, hand in hand.

“You know what would be amazing right now?” Rupert said, almost wistfully.

“What?”

“Ice cream.”

“I know,” I said, mournfully. “You’d think working around it all summer would put me off, but I’m craving it more than ever.”

“You know, I’ve still got a little bit of the last tubs you gave me in the freezer. I’ve been sort of rationing it. We could have some when we get back,” Rupert said. “If you want to.”

“Fuck yeah, let’s do it.” I squeezed his hand and pulled him in for a kiss, a delicious idea sidling into my mind as I did.

I smirked, eyes lighting up as I looked at him. “How would you feel about me eating it off you?”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Rupert

“Strawberries and cream, perfect,” Milo said with a smirk as he opened the slightly battered tub I’d pulled out of my freezer. There was about a third of it left, and while I’d be sad once it was gone, I was intrigued about the prospect of Milo licking it off me.

I’d never really been much of a food in the bedroom person, but there were a lot of things I was willing to try with Milo simply because it was him.

“Don’t waste it, that’s all I’ve got,” I said teasingly, leaning in to kiss him deeply, my hand on his jaw to hold him in place as I pressed my tongue into his mouth, making a needy groan rumble through his throat.

“I won’t,” he said, voice already slightly breathless. He was so easy to wind up and take apart, and I adored it. Despite his cheeky, almost-bratty pushing outside the bedroom, he always melted into a whining, desperate mess as soon as I touched him.

“Good,” I said, nipping his lip before kissing him again. “I want you to fuck me tonight. And I want it raw. I want to know what it feels like when your cum drips out of me.”

“Y-Yeah, fuck, I can do that.”

“Thank you.” Another kiss, softer this time. A sweet reward. We’d talked about going bare for a while, but I wasn’t the biggest fan of the mess, especially not before bed. But if we were going to be using ice cream, then it made sense to embrace being wet and sticky.

“Let’s go to my room,” I continued. “I want you to strip for me and take the duvet off the bed, I’m going to find a towel to put down.”

It took Milo a second to process what I’d said, but I saw the moment it hit, biting back a chuckle as he turned on his heels and darted out the kitchen like his feet were on fire. “I don’t hear you moving,” he called. “Hurry up before this ice cream becomes soup.”

“It won’t melt that fast,” I said as I followed him, ducking into the bathroom to grab a large, fluffy towel from the airing cupboard. It was deep blue, and only a few months old so it hopefully wouldn’t scratch my skin too much. And hopefully it wouldn’t stain either.

Although if it did, we’d at least have a designated sex towel.

A hungry smile spread slowly across my lips as I walked into the bedroom to see Milo already naked, his clothes shoved into a hasty pile by the edge of the bed and the tub of ice cream waiting on my bedside table. He’d folded the duvet back until it was draped across the blanket box at the bottom, leaving the sheet exposed. I was glad I’d remembered to put the heating on a timer so the room was already nice and warm. Otherwise, I doubted Milo would be so keen to be naked.

“You look amazing,” I said, throwing the towel on the bed and putting my glasses on the bedside table before reaching for him. It had only been a couple of minutes since I’d kissed him, yet somehow it felt like hours. “You have the best arse I’ve ever seen.”

“Mmm, no, that’s you. I can’t wait to be inside you again,” he said with a grin as he grasped the hem of my jumper and started to tug it over my head.

“It’s only been a few days.”