‘f**k it,’ Dylan murmurs under his breath. ‘Let’s finish this damn dessert quickly and then rush home!’ he suggests, and Liam, gulping, nods his agreement.
Dylan pours the sauce over the ice-cream at accelerated speed, while Liam throws raspberries on it with very little attention. We take the plates, Dylan winks at me, and we spin around almost at the same time to leave the kitchen. But I am soon taken aback and nearly drop the plate as I am faced with Lily, leaning against the doorframe, watching us. s**t! How long could she have been standing here and how much has she seen? How the hell could we be so careless? If she has witnessed my stupid finger-licking just before, I will die of shame right here, on the spot.
The boys only exchange a quick glance and are on their way out.
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