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Chapter Forty-Four
No Matter What
While we were getting ice cream, we both ordered and sat at a table outside the building. He offered me some of his by his spoon and with those eyes, I just had to for him. I reached for it with my hand, but he pulled back.
"Nope, I wanna feed you," he said playfully. I rolled my eyes and leaned forward so he could, but instead he entirely missed my mouth, but got everything else around it. I stuck my tongue out at him. "You've got a little something right—" He leaned forward and licked my cheek. "—there."
"Ew, Dylan!" I exclaimed, wiping my face with a napkin.
"Want some more help?" he offered, wagging his eyebrows.
"No thank you, but I think I can help you," I retorted, taking a scoopful of mine and shoving it on his face. His mouth dropped in disbelief and I batted my eyelashes innocently.
"I cannot believe you just did that, Pam," he told me. "You're going to pay for that." He tried to get me again but I moved away, picking up my cup as I stood. "Come here now," he ordered playfully. I shook my head and took a bite of my ice cream. He stood up and I squealed, running down the overhang of the shopping center. We laughed together and he was catching up to me fast but I didn't see his ice cream in his hand anymore, so I didn't worry.
"Gotcha!" he said, squeezing my sides so I screamed. He kept tickling me, and I was dying with laughter as I tried not to spill my ice cream.
"Dylan, stop, stop!" I begged.
"Okay, if you admit I win," he replied, continuing to tickle me without stopping. I shook my head, too stubborn to give in. But after a few more moments, I gave in.
"Okay, okay, you win! Let go of me!"
"Well that wasn't part of the bargain," he answered, sliding his arms protectively around me from behind. "Maybe I don't want to let go of you."
"Hm, I guess that wasn't part of the bargain."
He smiled and kissed my cheek, resting his head on my shoulder as I ate more of my cookie dough treat. Then his kisses started to trail along my neck, and it took me a minute to remember it wasn't Nathan doing it, and it felt weird. I pulled away so I could throw out my cup, but really I didn't want him to do that to me.
"So, you wanna go back to my house?" he asked.
I wasn't sure how that'd turn out, but I didn't have any excuse not to. So I agreed and we walked back to the car, holding hands. He politely opened the door for me and I gave him a knowing look. He was trying to gain some points from being a jerk earlier. He just grinned and I rolled my eyes. It was funny how fast I was forgiving him.
He drove with one hand on the wheel and one on my thigh. I preferred if he were to hold my hand, but I didn't say anything. We pulled into his driveway and I grabbed my bag from the backseat before stepping out. He took my hand again, even just to walk up the path to his house. I guess it was just him making sure everyone knew I was his, being the overprotective type he was.
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The Lucky One
Storie d'amoreNathan and Pam have been the best of friends since they were kids, and as each day passes their love grows and grows. So when they finally can't stand it any longer, they become as happy as can be, and even though they didn't think it possible, thei...