Ivan
"I think the ice cream's soup now," I teased, holding up the carton. "I'll text Taylor and ask her to get some more."
"It'll be okay in the freezer," Nefra sighed, trying to take it from me. "It's a waste to throw it out."
"Nope," I said, tossing it in the trash can, smiling back at her before cupping her face. I don't care about the money. "Do you want it?"
"Not... really," she chuckled more to herself, a slight blush crossing her cheeks. "I got it to make a dessert for my in-laws... Most of what I bought was for that."
"Well, we'll make good use of it," I loved touching her, the bond between us melting the rest of the world away like it didn't exist. She didn't mind it, allowing me to run my fingers across her perfect skin. I know she initially felt awkward about it, but she was more comfortable now that we were alone. "You don't need to worry. I'll take care of it."
"I still... don't know why I came here," she confessed, looking slightly wary. "Or why I'm staying."
