Novel & Cerita Peaches Boyfriend Ice Age

Bryan laughed before ending the call. There was a brief pause as Elijah studied Peach's eyes, and then he mumbled, “Mr. Wessex Butcher is having his sixty birthday...” “I heard... You know Mr. Butcher?” Peach furrowed her brows, tilting her head slightly. “No, but Bryan Checks wants me as his plus one.” “Oh,” Without a word, Peach left the bed, heading over to the closet, and opening it, and Elijah could feel his heart slowly growing worried, thinking she was mad that he wasn't taking her.

He had changed shirts and looked good enough to eat—or nibble—or lick—I wasn’t altogether picky as to which. “Want to grab some ice cream first?” he asked as we were halfway there. “Never trust a person that turns down ice cream,” I teased. “For the record, even if you had turned it down, I’d still trust you with my life.” His tone was so serious for a split second that I wasn’t sure how to react, but then he quickly moved us past that with, “I heard that it’s peach day.” “I love their peach ice cream.” Truth be told, there wasn’t a single flavor of theirs I hadn’t liked so far. But peach was pretty close to the top of their flavors for me.