Ice Cream Kisses

•lemon•

After our first kiss, (which, admittedly, probably was just a rebound from Ellen), you invited me to your family's beach house. I accepted, of course, not about to decline an offer of more time with you.

You picked me up in a new convertible, the top popped open, you grinning at the sight of me in my short shorts and crop top.

"Hey, beautiful." you said, climbing out of the car and kissing me firmly on the lips as you reached me.

I didn't know what to do, as I thought that our kiss at Milk House was a one time thing, a rebound of sorts for you, so I kissed you back, slipping my arms around your neck.

Your hands moved from my shoulders to my waist, and I broke the kiss.

"Quinn, I-"

You stroked a strand of hair out of my face. "Jess."

"I just-I don't know what-what we are. You just broke up with your girlfriend, and...and you're kissing me, and I don't know if you're over her, and I don't-I don't want to risk that heartbreak." I explained to you, eyes dropping to the floor when I witnessed your expression.

"Jess, I thought you knew." you told me, voice cracking halfway through your sentence.

"Knew what?" I asked, clueless and scared of what you would say next.

"Jess, I-I like you. As more than a friend, and I thought you'd have caught on after Milk House a few weeks ago." you told me, casting your eyes around anywhere but me.

Before I could reply, you said viciously, "I didn't want to date you anyway, Pesky Jessie." You turned around, slipping into your car and speeding away.

My whole world was shattered that day, and you did it to boost your own ego.

I don't know why I ever spent a second of my time on you.

Short update, but an important one. I should have another, longer chapter up Monday.