Chapter 18

Tessa's POV

He grins, pulling out, wiping himself off with a dish towel. He helps me straighten my shirt, hands gentle now, eyes soft.

"You started it," he teases, flicking a drop of ice cream onto my nose.

I stick my tongue out at him. "You dared me."

He leans in, kissing me slow, deep, m...

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