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“Got it,” I say, and we all head in the direction of our items.
My stomach growls when I hit the ice cream aisle, and I scan the endless choices. I’m in the middle of narrowing down my options to three when I jump at the sound of the masculine voice.
“You’re sure out late, and by the way, you look gorgeous.”
I put my hand against my chest, startled, and smile when I see the familiar man. Familiar as in I’ve seen him plenty of times around campus, but not familiar enough that we’ve had a conversation. He looks hot, wearing a green shirt and fitted black sweatpants—nothing like I’ve seen him in before. His short brown hair is wet as though he’s just gotten out of the shower.
My cheeks blush, and I look down to hide the cheesy smile on my face. “I think it should be the other way around.” I gain control of myself and meet his eyes again. They’re a light blue, round, and I could stare at them forever. “I should comment thatyou’reout late.” I nervously laugh. “I’m a college student. It’s code to stay out late.”
Okay, not usually mine, but whatever.
He returns the laugh and nods toward the freezer. “Looks like we both had an ice cream craving tonight.”
I nod. “Sure did. There’s no better way to end the day than with ice cream.”
He turns to consider his options and steps closer to me. “What’s your favorite?”
“I don’t think there’s such a thing as a favorite ice cream. Bad question to ask someone.”
He peeks down at me, his upper lip curling into a smirk, and then shoves his hands into his pockets. “It isn’t a bad question. In fact, it’s your typical first-date question.”
“I haven’t had many first dates to actually know if that’s a fact or something you just made up.”
“Oh, come on.” He bumps his shoulder against mine. “An extremely smart and gorgeous girl like you? I doubt that.”
“Eh, I prefer to study.” It shocks me that I feel so comfortable in his presence. I’m normally not into small talk, and I never thought I’d be so chill talking to this man—a man I’ve heard so many girls on campus drool over.
“You going to tell me your favorite, or do I need to ask you out on a first date to get my answer?”
I snort. “Good one.”
“I’m serious, Carolina.”
This time, when I peer up at him, there’s no smirk on his face.
“Are you sure …” I gulp, lowering my voice. “Are you sure that’s appropriate?”
“Probably not, but I’m good at keeping secrets.” He reaches across me, his arm brushing against my chest, and opens the freezer door. “Now, choose your favorite for me and tell me when you’re free.”
I hesitate, wondering if I’m batshit crazy. “Okay.” My answer comes out in a whisper.
Why not? Maybe I need to step out of my box with other people.
I’m fighting back a smile as I dip underneath his arm, grab a mint chocolate chip, and hand it to him. I rest my back against the freezer when he shuts the door behind me. He tucks the ice cream under his armpit and leans into me, his lips close to mine.
“Carolina!”
We both pull back at Margie yelling my name from the next aisle. “What are you, milking the cow over there? Pick something, and let’s go!”
“Give me your number,” he rushes out, tugging his phone from his pocket.
A smile is smothered across my face as I give it to him.
“You’d better get back to your friend,” he says, reaching out and skimming his hand over my jaw. “Hopefully, I’ll see you soon.”
Oh my God.
Swoon.
