ALEKSANDER
“I’d offer you another one but I want us to pace ourselves,” my hand flinches when Jessica crushes the block of ice with her teeth.
She’s almost done and the gloss has now fully disappeared from her lips.
Oh no, I can’t look at her lips.
It’ll make me sink my nails into her delicate skin to bring her closer but I really mean it when I say to pace ourselves. It’s a miracle I am even touching her and that she is allowing me.
“You’d offer me another ice block?” She peers and I remove my hand away like she scorched me again.
She has to be doing this on purpose. She knows what she looks like and what her breathy thick accented voice can do. She just has to because—no!
Enough.
“I meant another drink of bourbon but it doesn’t really go well with cake.” I run my fingers t
