She drags him to the parlour after school, babbling something about strawberry sprinkles and chocolate flakes.
He rolls his eyes but grins, more focused on how pretty she is when she's happy.
They snuggle into a couch at the back, sharing a tub of strawberry ice cream. She feeds him, giggling when she "accidentally" smears some on his nose, and they've never been this cheesy before but he doesn't care at all. Her cheeks are flushed pink and her smile is just so beautiful.
She's licking absentmindedly at the spoon with the last melted dregs when he spots a dot of their snack on her top lip. She looks adorable, but it makes him want to kiss her desperately.
"Hey," he murmurs, and she looks up at him (eyes wide, spoon in mouth). "You got a little ice cream."
"Oh, where?" she says, going to wipe it away, but he grabs her hand.
"Let me," he says quietly, and she nods towards the napkin on the table in front of them. He stifles a laugh and swoops in. She lets out a tiny squeak beneath his mouth, which turns into a moan when his tongue sweeps over her lip.
He pulls away, looking very pleased with himself, and she pouts.
"There, all clean now," he teases, tapping her on the nose.
"Kiss me properly, you jerk," she whines, and he smirks at her, but complies.