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37|| Ice Cream

Celeste // February 25
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My pistachio flavor is almost gone and we're still driving around the city.

Dante enjoys driving his cars, it even seems to calm him down sometimes. I think that was the reason why we hadn't headed back to the house yet.

Meanwhile, I couldn't stop thinking about that blonde girl at the ice cream shop.

She'd clearly flirted with her body language, but she was his cousin, but I swore to have seen her check out his behind.

I bite some of the ice cream cone off and decided to just get this over with.

"Is incest not frowned upon in your circles?"

It's then that I realize that the car had been dead silent for at least ten minutes, so the question must've sounded a bit poorly timed without context.

His eyebrows fly up, a deep frown settling on his face. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Oh, god. He must not have noticed the way she was looking at him. I shift awkwardly in my seat, mentally preparing to tell him the information.

"Your cousin.. she- I might be wrong but she.. she looked at you like she wanted to fuck you?"

He glances at me before his amused eyes go back to the road. "Sienna?" he asks. "She's not my cousin, Celeste."

Not his cousin, but she does have a name now.

"Oh," I say, licking my ice cream as I grow more and more confused about what just happened in the shop. "So I didn't just meet your grandma?"

"Thought you said you didn't speak Italian?"

I shrug.

"Mirabella is Ricardo's grandmother and Sienna is his cousin," he answers my question. "But they're like family to me."

"That's nice." I lick some melted ice cream off my bottom lip. "Especially since they sell ice cream."

"You want to sell ice cream for a living?"

"No." I shake my head. "I don't think I have the qualities to do so."

"I'm sure you'll manage."

I can feel a slight blush rushing to my cheeks and I quickly lick my ice cream to cool down before it starts to become noticeable. It's the only thing I focus on until I notice him readjusting himself in the corner of my eye.

I frown, taking in the sight of the bulge between his legs. What in the world could've caused him to get so hard?

My face drops.

Were it thoughts about Sienna? Was he thinking about her right now?

I almost hit myself in the face when I catch on to my thoughts.

Who cares who he's thinking about? He'd probably fucking new women every night and that's fine. We agreed to have no strings attached after all.

"Why are you hard right now?" Why did I just ask that question? "Does murder turn you on?"

"You have been sucking and licking on that ice cream for ten minutes now, don't pretend you don't know why I'm hard."

The blush I'd fought back earlier was now fully visible on my cheeks. "Oh," I say. "I'll, ehm, be more quiet."

He lets out a tortured exhale. "Please don't."

He shamelessly readjusts himself ones again, yet can't seem to get comfortable. "Fuck it," he mumbles before looking at me with something burning in those gold and brown eyes. "Throw the cone away."