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“If I could, I would do it all over again,” she smiles. Her green eyes sparkle with gold and I see the mischief on her beautiful face.
“I’d be happy to oblige.”
“Answer my previous question,” she almost orders.
“Yes. On my side definitely. They know everything about me. I guess Ozy is a little more secretive at times,” I shrug. Rose has got more to hide, and she hates being told what to do. She’ll keep something to herself as long as she can if it means no one will bother her about it. Unfortunately, with Chris, Luke, and I on her back at all times, it’s not always easy for her sneaky ass.
“What’s with the nickname?” I see her wanting to know more about me by the minute but I’m burning with the need to know every detail about her life.
“It’s my turn.”
“Please! Just this once,” she pouts as she looks up at me through her long lashes.
“Oh, you’re good at this, aren’t you?” I mess up her hair with a hand and she giggles. It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. That and her moans should be a whole playlist on my Spotify.
“When we were kids, everyone used to call her Rosie. My stupid ass couldn’t pronounce ‘R’s so Rosie sounded like Ozy when I was calling her. I guess it stuck with time.”
She nods at my answer and we walk in silence for a few minutes, appreciating each other’s presence.
“Do you want ice-cream?” I ask as we walk past the ice cream stand.
“For sure,” she smiles but it quickly dies. “Crap, my purse is with my stuff.”
This time, I’m the one who can’t help an eye roll. I grab my wallet from my pocket as we stand closer to the stand. “Which flavor?” I ask.
“I’ll pay you back, you got the sushi on Saturday.”
“This is a date, I’m paying.”
“I’ll get the next one then,” she teases, and my heart skips a beat again. I thought she was going to snap back that this isn’t a date, but she looks fine with it.
Fuck. I actually want another date.
“Chocolate, please,” her gentle voice brings me back to reality.
I pay for both our ice creams and her nose crinkles in disgust when she looks at mine.
“Pistachio? What are you, fifty?”
“You’re gonna get yourself in trouble, young lady.”
“I’m older than you,” she chuckles.
I smile down at her as she licks her ice cream, and my brain goes to dirty places.
Dammit, she could be taking the trash out, I still think my cock would enjoy the view.
“Whatever your age, nothing justifies pistachio ice-cream.”
“I hate chocolate,” I reply, looking at her cone.
“That’s impossible. What’s wrong with you?”
I put an arm around her shoulders. The height difference makes it that she’s supporting the whole weight of my arm. She stiffens for a second but quickly relaxes.
“Is this okay?” I ask.
“What’s your favorite color?” she asks, ignoring my question.
