Harry puts tea on for the two of them after dinner. He goes to the freezer and pulls a tub of ice cream out. "Would you like some dessert?"
"What kind of ice cream do you have?" Ruth asks peering at the label on the tub.
"Pralines and cream. I hope you like it." Harry says with concern in his voice.
"Ooh, love it. Give me a couple of really large scoops then if you're serving." Ruth smiles as the kettle boils and Harry bustles around the kitchen. The situation is so domestic and perfect.
Harry gets two bowls and an ice cream scoop. He sets a cup of tea and a big bowl of ice cream in front of Ruth. He soon joins her and begins to eat his ice cream. He instantly notices how blissful and elegant Ruth looks. Every moment he spends in Ruth's presence he is less and less able to maintain control. He hopes she's planning to stay.
Ruth is deliberately being very slow and sensual while she eats her ice cream because she knows Harry is watching her. She wants him to want her as much as she wants him.
Now that Harry has felt Ruth's lips on him he can't help but watch them as often as possible and wait for the moment when he can kiss them again. Just as Harry is watching Ruth, Ruth is watching Harry. He is more aggressive and quicker at eating his ice cream. They both finish their ice cream at the same time which tells Ruth Harry had more ice cream then she did. Only Harry can look as masculine as he does now holding a teacup.