“Ice cream
solves everything.”
Killian
looks at me as if I’ve declared that the moon is made of whipped cream. “How do
you figure?”
“Because
it’s sinfully sweet and just cold enough to block out anything painful.” I lick
my spoon slowly, savoring the last of the salty caramel sauce with my tongue.
His gaze falls to my mouth and I see it—a hunger in his eyes almost as intense
as the irritation I’m accustomed to.
Killian
O’Malley thinks I have cotton candy for brains, but it isn’t my brain he’s
concerned with at the moment.
He swallows
thickly, his cobalt blue eyes never leaving mine. “So ice cream is the cure for
war, world hunger, and global warming then?” He’s mocking me but I’m getting
used to this patronizing tone from him.
Shrugging,
I pluck the cherry from my sundae and lick it clean before eating it.
“No, but
with all the bad in the world don’t we deserve something sweet? Something
wholly indulgent to lose ourselves in—even if only for a little while?” I take
another bite while he contemplates this. My tone is light but my words appear
to weigh heavily on him. The cold on my tongue shocks my senses, blissfully
numbing my mind for a split second. “Besides, how could anyone be upset about
anything with all this goodness and perfection in their mouth?”
Smirking,
his features contort from hostile man to mischievous boy. I’ve never seen this
expression on him before. It’s jarring—alarmingly sexy and unsettling.
So low I can
barely make out his words, he dips his head and arches one dark brow. “That’s
what she said.”
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