LILY
I shifted on my feet, my sundress brushing against the hot sand as Roland and I stood in front of the small ice cream stand.
The vendor hummed cheerfully behind the counter, clearly used to tourists but still managing to exude small-town charm.
I tried to focus on the colorful flavors lined up in neat rows, but my gaze kept flicking to Roland instead. The way he leaned casually on the counter, one hand in his pocket, the other resting lightly near mine, it made my stomach twist in a way that had nothing to do with ice cream.
“So… you know what you want?” he asked in a low voice with a teasing undertone, eyes glinting with amusement as he looked at me over the display.
I blinked, startled. “Uh… I think… vanilla?” I said, suddenly self-conscious. “Classic. You?”
He smirked, lean
