Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
When she leaves, I turn to Aidan, a little confused. “We didn’t even order,” I say.
“Trust me?” he asks, and I nod immediately. “I promise, you won’t regret it.”
I grin. “I have high expectations now. This ice cream better change my life.”
Aidan’s hand finds mine across the table like he doesn’t want to stop touching me even though there’s a table between us. “It will,” he promises with a smile that makes my knees feel all shaky again. God, it’s like he’s working magic on me.
True to her word, Amanda the waitress returns two minutes later with a tray in her hands, a huge sundae glass balanced on it along with a plate of waffles. She sets our food down with a grin.
“Enjoy,” she says cheerily before bustling away to greet another customer.
I stare at the pile of ice cream in front of me, mouth-watering. Big scoops of vanilla and chocolate ice cream fill the glass, combined with whipped cream, chocolate sauce, and cherries. It’s the picture-perfect ice cream sundae, and I’m pretty sure I have to marry this man because as first dates go? I literally can’t imagine anything better.
Whoa, slow it down, the rational side of my brain reminds me, but one glance up at the man across from me shuts all logic down. He’s looking at me like I’m looking at the ice cream, with awe and…hunger. Except, instead of leering at me the way I’ve seen other guys do, his gaze is appreciative and far from unwelcome.
I duck my face before he can see yet another blush rise to my cheeks and scoop out a big bite of my sundae. The flavors explode on my tongue, and my eyes flutter shut, a contented moan escaping me as I swallow.
“You were right,” I say, readying my spoon with another bite. “That’s ruined all other ice cream for me.”
I look up from my food as I take my second bite, icy deliciousness melting on my tongue, to find Aidan staring at me. He dips his spoon into the ice cream melting on top of his waffle, gaze locked on mine.
“I'll bring you here every damn day if ice cream makes you this happy,” Aidan says.
I giggle, but his expression is deadly serious, and my humor dissolves with the sparks of heat that burst through me. There's no way this man is this perfect. It's not possible. Kind, gorgeous, and vowing to feed me ice cream every day just to see me happy? I pinch my leg beneath the table, sure I'm about to wake up alone in my bed, mourning such a sweet dream.
Instead, all that happens is a small prick of pain making me jump in my seat.
Okay then, this is actually real. How the hell did I get this lucky?
I gather myself enough to shoot Aidan a happy grin, plucking the cherry off the top of my sundae and popping it in my mouth.
“If you do that, you'll never get rid of me,” I joke, savoring the sweetness of both the ice cream and his company.
Aidan laughs, the sound full of warmth. He leans forward, elbows on the table so that when he speaks, it feels like a caress. “Is that a promise?” he asks, and I can't hide the way I shiver at his words. I'd meant my comment as a joke or a warning, but Aidan's makes my warning sound like a gift.
Conversation comes easily as we eat, and before I know it, I'm so full I don't think I can cram another bite of ice cream down, which is something I don't think I've ever said before. When I offer to pay, Aidan shoots me a look that says don't be stupid as he pulls his card out to pay for our treats and tip the waitress.
I feel a strange sort of sadness when we stand and head out. I don't want this to be over. I want to see him again, like right now, as in I don't want to be apart from him at all. The force of my feelings for him both surprise and terrify me.
Is it possible to fall for a guy you've known for a day?
The answer to my question comes in the form of my racing heart as Aidan takes my hand in his again.
“Let me walk you home,” he says, and I nod before he's even finished talking, jumping at the chance for even a few more minutes with him.
“I'd like that, thank you,” I tell him, turning to lead him in the right direction. “I'm only a few blocks away.”
“I'm the one who should be thanking you,” he answers.
I frown up at him, confused. “For what?”
“The honor of your company.”
Dammit, I'm blushing again.
“Says the literal hero,” I say back, shaking my head. “You're like…” I wave my free hand, searching for the right word. “A total catch.”