My Triplet Alphas
Steve steps closer.
“I don’t know…” I shake my head.
“Then let me choose for you.” He smirks, amused.
Before I can protest, he points at a flavor and orders. “She’ll have the mint chocolate chip,” he tells the worker.
“Why that one?” I frown at him.
“It’ll cool your brain down,” he says, tapping my forehead lightly. “You’ve been thinking too much.”
I sigh, rolling my eyes, but I don’t argue. When the worker hands me the ice cream, I take a small bite. The coolness spreads through my mouth, the slight bitterness of the chocolate blending with the freshness of the mint. It’s… good. Refreshing.
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