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His body stiffened and he tried to listen more. “Let me go! I don't want to stay in my room, I want to stay with the cutie!” The woman’s voice sounded again and she seemed to be throwing a tantrum and this made Evans even more speechless. He wondered why an adult would cry this way. Not able to wean his curiosity, he tilted his head and was shocked and speechless by what he saw.

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When he replaced the ice with his hot mouth, the contrast made her sob his name. “We’re going to do so many things together,” he said against her skin. “I’ll show you pleasure you’ve never known. Pleasure that feels like death and rebirth all at once.” And she believed him. ……… I hit publish and closed my laptop, with a smile playing on my lips. Within minutes, my phone started buzzing with notifications. I opened the app. Comments exploding. NightOwl_Reader: AUTHOR OH MY GOD THE ICE SCENE RomanceAddict47: I’m literally screaming into my pillow right now

"Two scoops of ice cream, please. You’re paying though." "Absolutely not," I respond as I turn to get the ice cream from the soft serve machine. My phone vibrates in my work apron, and I fish it out to see Sam’s name across my screen. I swallow as I open the text. SAM: I’m outside your workplace. Can I see you for a minute?

This isn’t the Zephyra she’s used to either. Zephyra’s stomach grumbles and she rubs it. “Can I... can I have some food?” she asks shyly. She presses her lips into a thin line as she looks down, cheeks tinting pink. Bold as brass when it’s just us, but now she’s shrinking back? Sighing, I unfold my arms as I lean back. “What are you craving?” “I would delight in some blood on my hands.” she says, lifting her eyes to mine with a mischievous glow in her crimson gaze. “Or… anything would be fine as long as it isn't potatoes. They bring back memories that aren't my best ones.”

So I smiled at him, the kind he never expected, but he let me pass off anyway. "I need sparkling water," I erupt. Klaus blinked. "What?" "Sparkling water. Cold. From the supermarket. Please." He stared at me like I had grown two heads. "You want me to leave the house at—" he glanced at the clock—"eleven o'clock at night for sparkling water?" "Yes," I replied sternly. "And don't ask me why. Just humour me please." Klaus made a big show of huffing, growling something about "demanding women", and finally stood up, slipping his jacket on. "Fine. But if you're secretly having a baby and you're experiencing strange cravings, you'd better tell me now."

If I were in her shoes, I'd hate me too. "Is it a craving? Do you want more?" "No. This is enough. Hand me the ice cream" he looks at me as if I'm crazy "What?" "Is there anything we can do about those cravings? Ice cream is not healthy for you" "The doctor said it'll pass once I give birth. That's three more months"

Dangerous combo. The drive was short—three blocks to a place called The Frosty Mug that looked like it had been decorated by a Christmas elf with commitment issues. Twinkly lights everywhere. Inside, it was warm chaos: hockey posters on the walls, a jukebox playing old rock, and the smell of cinnamon and melted marshmallows that made my stomach forgive Minnesota for existing. Knox waved at the barista like they were old friends. “Two specials, extra whipped cream, and don’t skimp on the chocolate shavings, Lila.”

“I would like a taste of the mango swirl” “Strawberry fudge for me,” I said, exerting extreme control to stop my feet from kicking in excitement. I leaned over the glass display and watched as the girl took tiny scoops of both flavors. She passed the tiny spoons she used to us. I moaned as the flavor busted into my mouth. “I would like a large cup please with extra whipped cream” Mom gasped and teased. “Are you even my child?” “Blame your grandbabies, mom. I’m only satisfying my cravings”

I can feel my face heating up. "Ehem.." to draw his attention to my eyes and it work. "So?" " its quite bitter but sweet. I like it. I would like to drink this everyday if I can" "Great. That is caramel frappe. I know that you don't like hot drinks and you love sweet things so I know you will like that." In record time our food arrive and placed on our table. The snow crab was placed in front of me. I can feel myself drooling from all of this food.