GRACE’S POVI narrowed my eyes slightly at him, leaning back in my chair. “You’re weird, I hope you know.”He smiled, almost like he took that as a compliment. “You’re just now realizing that?”“No,” I replied dryly. “I’ve known. I’m just now confirming.”He chuckled, resting his elbows on the table. Then, he wriggled his eyebrows at me.Just as I opened my mouth to say something, a worker approached and dropped off two cups of ice cream, making me clamp my mouth shut. There was a cup of vanilla, and of course, cookies and cream.Ethan didn’t waste a second at all. He picked up his spoon and dug in like a man who had been starved for years.I stared at him, amazed. “You couldn’t wait?”He shrugged mid-bite. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”“The ice cream or the conversation?” I asked, the edge of my lips tilting upwards. He paused, then smirked. “Both.”I exhaled slowly and picked up my spoon. This was going to be a long talk. The ice cream was cold, but it was comforting an
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