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“I’m not eating that shit.” I shake my head.
“Ice cream? You don’t eat ice cream?”
“No. And certainly not atmidnight.”
“Jesus, Fox. Do you ever get your hands dirty?”
“Occasionally I find myself knuckle-deep in a beautiful woman’s tight asshole—”
She holds her hand up to stop me from going any further. “That’s not what I meant.”
“You asked a straightforward question, and I gave you an honest answer.”
“You”—she gobbles another spoonful, licking the spoon when she’s done—“are hideously crude.”
“And you’re somniferously boring.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Somniferously?”
“Yes. Sleep inducing—”
“I know what it means.”
“And yet you seem surprised.”
“Says the man who won’t eat ice cream. How about this, you like negotiating... You eat ice cream for dinner, and I will let you pick the cake flavor tomorrow.”
“I give zero shits about the cake. I’ll eat ice cream for dinner tonight if you wake up early tomorrow and go on my morning run with me.”
She wastes no time shaking her head. “No. I don’trun. I don’t even walk briskly.”
“You should. Especially if you’re going to be eating ice cream by the carton at midnight.”
“Whatever, Fox. You’re not complaining about my body.”
“No, you’re right, I’m not.” My eyes trail her body slowly, taking in the soft curve of her waist, and the smooth supple humps of her breasts. “We agree on that.”
I step forward and lean my hip against the counter next to her, already feeling the heat from her leg on my chest. I’ve lived with this woman for twenty-four hours, and we’ve only been fully clothed in front of each otheronce. And that’s only because we had to go out in public.
Only, I’m not fucking this one. This, like the ice cream I’m about to eat for dinner, is new to me.
I dig into the ice cream, pulling up a giant spoonful, then dump it into my mouth.
“Whoa, baby steps, Fox.”
I swallow the mouthful of Phish Food with a smile. “If I’m going to do it, Grimm, I’m going to do it like I do everything else, magnificently.”
Winter rolls her eyes and giggles, making me worry my body heat will melt the ice cream.
“Remind you of your childhood?” she asks.
The mention of my childhood was like a bucket of ice water on the Winter induced warmth I felt seconds ago. “Notmine.”
“You weren’t allowed to have ice cream?” Her head tilts slightly, studying me. I know that look; she’s trying to figure out why I am the way I am.
“Not until after I was ten…”
She swallows, licking the spoon clean afterward. “What happened before you were ten?”
