Meg bit into the hard chocolate layer, moaning softly as the delicious chocolate melted against her tongue. Mark laughed softly into his own ice cream, his eyes filled with mirth. “What?” she demanded past a mouthful of ice cream, a hand held discretely over her lips. Mark grinned and leaned forward, gently wiping a napkin over the tip of her nose, removing the ice cream deposited there. “Oh, thanks.” Meg laughed with him.
Mark listened to the melodic sound of her laughter and smiled even more. Meg was always beautiful, but here, with her face lit up and relaxed, she was breathtaking.
A ball rolled toward them and Meg leaned forward, returning it to the little girl who chased after it. “Tank you!” The girl giggled before running back to her mother.
Meg smiled, but watching the girl play
