17. Ice Cream
Sailor Raspberry
255 Words
With lazy eyes, he followed her tongue as she licked a droplet of vanilla ice cream from the spot where thumb met palm, that one small movement turning into one of an angel, each measured alteration making her all the more tranquil.
She then redirected her attention to the cone clutched neatly between her fingers, her entirety resuming on the nourishment before her, as if she hadn't noticed him watching her, tongue and lips and teeth causing an indescribable wreck on his insides.
It was almost as if she was teasing him with her slow movements, as if she didn't know she was getting such a reaction from him.
The way she crossed her ankles, or the way she blew a loose tendril of golden hair away from her eyes. It all drew him to the point of insanity, knowing that he couldn't have, only watch.
And then, she faltered in her daily ritual of sugary goodness, and turned her head ever-so-slightly in his direction, a slow, steady blush creeping upon her cheeks.
This was the moment that he enjoyed ever so more, when she finally noticed him; almost like she was assuring him that she had saved a part of her life especially for him, aside from all the ice cream and milkshakes and happy smiles.
It was almost as if he had, finally, received another scoop on top of his very own ice cream cone, the rush of it all the simple heart-shaped cherry, its sweetness withholding the endless pleasure it always brought.