Falling For Mr. Sundae | ✔

36. I'm Yours

When I pulled into the lot behind Sprinklez Julian's car was there. He showed up, as promised. There was an excited fluttering in my chest as I knocked in the back door. The door opened and Julian stood there, squinting against the sun.

At the same time I said hi, he asked, "What happened last night?"

I blinked, confused. "What?"

He glanced back into the shop, then stepped out keeping the door from closing with his hand. His chocolate brown eyes had an intense look in them.

"Last night," he repeated. "After you walked away, I didn't know what that meant."

I guess I did leave the moment pretty vague. After he confided in me, I kind of got ahead of myself. I spent the night thinking we were back on the same page while he was apparently trying to figure out what chapter we were in.

"Did you mean what you said?" I asked, peering up at him. "About wanting to call me your girlfriend?"

He answered that by using his free arm to pull me in closer. The move took me by surprise and I let out a childish giggle when we came face to face, the tips of our noses brushing. "I meant it."

My face split with a wide grin. "Then I'm yours."

He closed the space between our lips, sending an electric charge throughout my whole body. My arms wrapped around his waist, his hand caressed my cheek. I'd been craving this moment for days.

Julian pulled away just far enough to say, "We should get to work."

"Yes, we should," I uttered in between kisses. Neither of us making a move to actually go inside, wanting to relish in the moment.

The moment, however, was ruined when Tim told us to get behind the counter.

+ + +

"Am I going to have to start making a reservation for our booth?" Kells asked as I handed her a scoop of pistachio ice cream in a waffle cone.

Honestly, she might have to. Sprinklez was becoming a regular stop for the kids from the middle school around the corner. The twelve year old's were worse than the toddlers when it came to making messes. I lost count of the amount of food fights we had to stop.

"Remember when we used to have this place to ourselves?" I reminisced, resting my chin in my palm.

Julian rejoined me behind the counter after he finished wiping down a table, another group of kids immediately taking it over. "You know this is your fault, right?" He said, leaning against the counter.

I stood up straight, shooting him a look. "How is it my fault?"

"You put Sprinklez back on the map when you took over Tim's show."

"You were a part of that too," I pointed out.

He shook his head, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I was just there for moral support. That was all you."

I opened my mouth to tell him he was wrong when a flash went off, momentarily ruining my vision. "What the hell," I groaned, blinking until I could see Kells grinning face clearly. "Why are taking pictures of us?'

"You two are so cute," she cooed at us, like we were puppies or something.

It had been a week since Julian and I made things official and I still wasn't used to Kells supporting my relationship. I definitely wasn't used to her acting like a paparazzi. Which was something she had been doing a lot of lately.

Julian didn't say anything, but I'm sure I saw him smile at that before busying himself with refilling the cones.

I bit back my own smile as I turned to Kells. "What is wrong with you?" I questioned. "You've been acting weird for the past couple of days."