Ethan's POV
We finished our ice cream in companionable silence, broken only by Stella's occasional appreciative noises and my attempts not to react.
"That," she declared, setting down her spoon, "was exactly what I needed."
"Glad I could help enable your chocolate addiction."
"Please, this wasn't even close to addiction levels." She dabbed her mouth with a napkin. "Next time, I'll show you what real chocolate obsession looks like."
"Next time?"
"Well, yeah." She smiled. "Unless you're tired of losing to me already?"
I leaned back in the booth, pretending to consider her challenge. "Losing? I let you win at basketball."
"Oh, please. Your ego can't handle admitting defeat."
"My ego is perfectly intact. Unlike your ability to play fair."
She gasped in mock offense. "I played complet
