I can't seem to write anything remotely good lately so again it is complete rubbish
All hail Paramount our mighty lords cough cough
Ice cream
Ice cream, that's what started this. I am lying here in my bed next to my gorgeous and very sexy first officer and it's all due to ice cream.
It was just a normal dinner…but with coffee ice cream. We had eaten our main course with an extraordinary amount of flirting and we moved over to my sofa, and we ate ice cream. He then betted me that I couldn't fit a whole spoonful in my mouth, so I proved him wrong…getting some on my nose at the same time.
Drink or fate? I don't care, it happened.