ASHTON
“Ice cream?” I hold out the small carton to Amanda, watching her blank stare slowly shift toward it. The wind ruffles her hair, and her skin looks pale under the moonlight. She feels fragile, like she might break.
Damn you Blaze.
She hesitates for a moment, her fingers trembling. Finally, she takes the ice cream. Good girl.
I knew she’d want something sweet. The girl can’t resist her cravings.
She scoots closer, grabbing the spoon with a hunger that makes me chuckle. She licks the vanilla off the spoon like it’s the best thing she’s tasted in ages, savoring every swipe of her tongue. My lips curl up into a smirk, and before I can help it, a playful thought crosses my mind. This girl can lick.
“What’s funny?” she asks, narrowing her eyes at me like she’s trying to read my mi
