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“It means that I’ve tried it.”
“Like… One time?”
“Three times. I’m still not sure what I think.”
I rubbed at my temple in disbelief. “Has your life been that uptight? You weren’t allowed to have dessert?”
“When I was living at home, my diet was strictly controlled, as was every other part of my life. Sugar still tastes odd to me. I was like one of those athletes who does nothing except train all their life, and then goes to the Olympics when they are fourteen when all of their age mates are playing video games and falling in love.”
“Except you weren’t training to be an athlete.”
“Not unless you consider fucking a sport.” He winked, and I blushed as if he was the high school quarterback and I was his peer tutor.
By the time I recovered, he was offering his hand to help me out of the car. He laced our fingers together as we walked inside.
“So, is this a better date than the health clinic?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes, and he chuckled.
He ended up ordering chocolate ice cream with chocolate chunks, as though he was willing to give chocolate one last chance before he gave up on it entirely.
I couldn’t remember the last time Valor and I had done anything this relaxing and frivolous. We had both worked so hard to get to where we were, that I was starting to feel like there was no end to the ladders we were climbing. Even when I looked up for my next goal, all I could see was more ladder.
Hanging around with Loïc was strange. It really was like he’d retired. He had no hustle—no side gig. No cell phone he was constantly checking or phone calls to take. His attention was focused entirely on me, and that was a strange, heady thing.
He sat me at a table and waited for our order at the counter by himself, as though I was too important to wait for ice cream to be scooped. When he slid into the seat opposite me and handed me my cone, he searched my face then looked out the window almost shyly. It tugged at my heart.
God, I needed to be careful with him. This man was dangerous.
“So why are you in town?” I wanted to hear him say it.
“I heard they had good ice cream here.”
“You flew all the way here from the States to get ice cream?”
“Absolutely.” He took a bite of his ice cream so gingerly I had to hold back a laugh. I licked mine, and he watched me with undisguised fascination.
“Were you really in my apartment this morning?”
“For a while, then I decided to wait downstairs.” His gaze slid over my face, then away. “You’re so helpless and tempting when you’re asleep.”
Was it hot in here? I imagined him watching me sleep—maybe even messing with me while I was unaware. The arousal he’d stoked earlier flared back to life. What the hell was wrong with me?
Maybe it was that no matter how wild and chaotic he was, I trusted him not to harm me.
“I should wake you up with my cock one of these days.”
“Loïc! Shh!”
“That wasn’t a no.”
“People might hear you!”
“So? Let them clutch their pearls.” He wrinkled his nose at his cone as though he still wasn’t sure about chocolate, but licked the melting ice cream around the base like I had. I followed the movement of his tongue with an avid, unwholesome interest. Was there anything he did that wouldn’t set off such a sexual reaction in me?
“You don’t like it?” I asked.
“I’d rather be eating you.” He’d said it casually and far too loudly.
