NATHAN’S POV
“Bite your lip one more time and I’m going to have to do it for you.”
I swallowed the growing lump in my throat along with a mouthful of ice cream to which I regretted the most once I started coughing and spluttering all over the crowded concourse of the local city mall.
People glanced my way and there were one or two people who hesitated from walking away just in case I drop dead on the floor and they become accessories to my gruesome — and might I add, pathetic — little death.
“Dumbass,” I heard Alastair mutter from beside me but I was too busy trying to figure out how to save my now melting ice cream from a total meltdown to even cast her so much as an irritated look. “What— here, let me do it,” she said and grabbed my hand, licking the melting ice cream off of the sid
