bits of My Brain

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"Girl... Don't fucking look but my future baby Daddy just walked through the door." My best friend said, scooping a perfectly round ball of strawberry icecream onto a cone before handing it to one if our regular customers.

The room silenced a little, probably gawking at the man that I wasn't allowed to peek at.

"God... I would let him take me in every square inch of this shop. Shit... I'd do him over the ice cream itself. Call it vanilla swirl." Aron said while I gave the customer her change.

That confirms it. Aron is head over heals. Great now I have to deal with his raging hormones

"Seven fifty is your change ma'am" I struggled to hold in my giggles. Aron leaned onto the counter, shamelessly craning his neck to get a better view.

"Just looking at his back has me thinking of impure thoughts" he groaned out running his fingers into his chestnut brown curls. "I'd let him be my man. Looks like he has the strength for it. God look at those arms."

I bit my lip and finally took my chance to peek at the man.

I could definitely could see why aron was so flustered.

The man looked like a sculpture chizled by the hands of gods. Every taunt muscle and every bend and curve of his body was pure perfection. He stood at a height of 6'1 and the physic of a cat. He moved gracefully and swept aside the hungry glances thrown his way. With his backside facing us he looks ahead into the rest of the shop where customers sit and gawk at the beauty of this man.

"Woah there hot tits... He's mine I already called it." Aron warned and crossed his arms "you got a man already, eyes off the merch"

Yes, but a girl can still appreciate a good dress hanging in the display window. Even though she doesn't have the money for it...

As if her could hear us the man turn on his heel begin to flawlessly glide toward our direction.

"Switch spots. fuckin switch spots" aron hissed out maneuvering me until I find myself holding an ice cream scoop and aron giving his thousand watt smile at the man frowning at the cashier.

"Hello and welcome to iceies what would you like today" aron stood straight and stared down his unknowing prey.

"Uh," the man's voice was deep and reminded me of thunder. He scratched at the back of his head, muscles flexing at every movement.

Aron tightened his grip on the counter, silently melting at the mans full glory.

"I'm lost," the man started, southern accent wiggling through his speech "I'm new here and I just need directions"

"Oh" aron whispered out, to transfixed by the mans face. The man shuffled in place, probably embarrassed from all the quiet staring.

I sighed. Poor aron, tongue tied when his voice was most needed. "Where do you need to go?" I asked grabbing ahold of both of their attention.

The sight of the mans full face almost made me drop my scooper.

A face fit for artist to paint.

I'm not good at describing but woah.

Dark brown chin length hair slicked back with gell. Angular nose and sharp jawline. Stubble not to short but long enough to show his masculinity. And electric blue eyes.

We made eye contact and my heart almost stopped.

His eyes...

Turned black.