69: Always and forever

Ben hits the radio and Nikki Minaaj’s Chun-Li remix fills the silence. He moves his upper body to the left, then right. I honk twice, push two fingers into my mouth and whistle. He was right, he’s a good dancer and he’s killing it. His shoulders jerk in rhythm to the beat, he claps and resumes the body movement. 

“You are a horrible dancer,” I murmur. He grins, clearly seeing through my lie.

My hands wrap around the steering as I guide the car to a new lane. The ice-cream van comes into view, my car slows down metres from it. Much to Ben’s annoyance, I shut off the radio and the music from the ice-cream truck filters into the car. He scowls and I bat my lashes at him like the cutie he says I am.

Ben’s elbow juts outside the car, he twists his body so he has full view of me. “Is this it?”

He sounds... Disappointed? I mean, I would be too. This is nothing compared to our first date. No. I’m do