LOVE ME PLEASE

MEET CUTE MOMENT

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Hello everyone :)

I hope y'all are doing well.

Welcome back to a brand new chapter.

Today, I don't really have much to talk about so you can go ahead and read the story.

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THEA's POV:

Emric and I walked side by side. Our fingers brushed, igniting the desire to hold. With each step we took, my heartbeat hammered. He sighed a little louder when our shoulders swept. The corner of his eyes crinkled every time I started talking. It felt like a blunder in my mind yet peace at heart.

Although I know I shouldn't be encouraging this butterfly feeling in my belly, the sensation was immoderate to stop. The current swirled in my veins every time he took my name.

It's inconvincible that he drove all the way from Washington to New York without realizing it. It's inconceivable! Something was dishonest in his smile and fallacious when he appeared to be perfectly fine.

Every time we stayed quiet for a while, he'd zone out totally. His tension lines appeared every two minutes.

"Giggly Ice-creams?" he chuckled, giving me a clueless look.

After we left the restaurant, I dragged him to the ice cream truck that was just close to my apartment in East Harlem. Carol, Rose, and I are die-heart fans of this Giggly Ice-creams.

"Yeah, since we both had a bad day, I thought we should let it go with ice-creams." I wiggled my eyebrows.

His hands stayed in his pockets while his brows furrowed. "Are you debating, Emric? Seriously?" I scoffed, resting my hands on my waist.

"Of course, I am" he stepped backward.

"Why though? You like ice cream, right?" he didn't answer. Instead, he mumbled something.

"Please don't tell me you don't like it anymore." he scrunched his nose. "Oh god, what's wrong with you? How come you don't like ice cream?" I frowned.

"Shhh! I was debating about the flavors," he smirked.

"Shit! You scared me" I sighed in relief.

"I like ice creams, you dummy." he chuckled and hung his arm around my shoulder. "Now let's go, I don't wanna wait in the queue." he dragged me to the window.

I was overly stunned to speak because of his actions. His long arm hung around my neck, and I could smell his manly scent. It's woody and eucalyptus. I looked like a tiny porcelain doll towered by a six-foot-tall bodyguard type of friend.

"You sit here, I'll get the ice-creams," he said.

"No, it's my treat. I'll get it for you." I spoke.

"Is it my b'day?" he asked, I shook my head. "Then is it your b'day?"

"NO!!!" I furrowed my brow and pouted.

"So why are you treating me?" he crossed his arms and stood back, scanning my face. "You want something, right?"

"No, not at all." I chuckled.

"Liar!" he scowled. "Now sit here, I'm getting your Cookies-n-cream and my Maple Walnut," he added.

"Wait— umm...I don't eat Cookie-n-cream anymore."

"What? Why? Are you okay?" he sounded petrified.

"Actually— I haven't eaten that ice cream since dad...," I mumbled, looking down at my feet. He didn't argue over it, and neither did he ask anything else. He just walked to the counter, and I sat down on one of the empty plastic chairs.