The Princes of Ravenwood
Her arms snaked around my neck, moaning as she pressed herself tighter to me.
“Get a room!” someone shouted, walking past us on the sidewalk. Riko giggled softly, pulling back. “We should go get our gelato.” she whispered. “Fine.” I sighed, resting my forehead against hers. We finally made it inside, and she was all smiles, her brown eyes lighting up as she looked at the flavors. “Welcome to Amorino. How may I help you?” The woman behind the counter greeted us with a smile. “I’ll take lime and basil, please. What would you like, Riko?” I asked, looking at her.