Chances Are

3 - The Spoon

Daisy

I stormed out of my last class at 5pm and got in my car (a yellow custom-painted 1994 Dodge Colt which is a year older than I am and others say have too much muscle for my petite frame). 

To hell with what they say, I like muscles. Just like those hard bulging biceps and broad shoulders on Eth... 

Fuck! Stop it, Daisy! Get yourself together. You mist kick that dimpled hottie off your mind right now. 

And that was exactly what I intended to do, so I fired up the ignition and stepped on the accelerator. 

I have been distracted since that morning and could barely concentrate on the lessons I taught because my mind was filled with those darned images and thoughts of last night. 

By the way, it didn't help that his face was on every f*****g corner I turn to. Why the hell does this guy be the endorser of every f*****g product on the planet?! I mean WTF?! Seriously. What does a super-rich actor who probably has a platoon of servants at home have to do with laundry detergent?

I parked in front of my go to place when I needed to cool down. My own personal oasis in the harsh desert I call life: Summer Angel's Ice Cream Shop. 

And as I sat on my favorite corner with a mountainous bowl of wild berries and chocolate sundae, I picked up a spoon and used it to battle every image of him in my head. 

I dug in the creamy surface and crushed the memory of his red lips crashing on mine and kissing me senseless. I swung it to my mouth like a blow of a sword to the sensation of his hands and fingers traversing my body, cupping my mounds and exploring the depths of my cavern. 

And as I closed my eyes and chewed on that heavenly first bite, I beat the image of his head between my thighs as he feasted on my honeypot to a pulp. With the explosive sweetness in my mouth I have slain his handsome elated expression as he bit his lip and pummeled into my core. 

Satisfied that I have completed my mission of erasing Ethan Richards from my mind, I slowly opened my eyes and sighed only to be met by the monstrous memory that I just killed. 

What the f**k!!!

I hurriedly grabbed my belongings and ran out of the shop door. I jumped into my car and sped off to run away from the man who chased me. 

Because right that second when I opened my eyes, I saw Ethan Richards coming out of the shop's kitchen talking animatedly with the owner, April. 

I ran before he got the chance to turn and see me but I was sure he did because just as I got in my car I heard hurried footsteps behind me and his voice calling "Daisy, wait!" 

How the f**k does he know my name?