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"It's really good. You should try it" I say, trying to feed him some.
He holds my hand and redirects the ice cream to my mouth. Then he kisses me.
"Good cream" he comments, pulling away. I glare at him.
"I said have ice cream, not my lips".
"Fine".
He scoops a spoonful and smears it on my lips. He leans forward and sucks my lips. I stare at him, gob-smacked.
"It tastes delicious" he shrugs.
I recover as soon as our order arrives.
We're in a little Chinese restaurant. We came across it while strolling. The owner lives behind, so don't be surprised to find it open at this hour.
Dean ordered for anything they had, and they brought in noodles.
"Let's play a game" he says suddenly.
"What game?" I ask.
"It's simple. The first to finish gets to ask the other for anything" h
