Sealed With A Kick
My eyes traveled down his waist, roaming over the mini ice-cream cones scattered all over his boxers. His eyes locked with my own as I gazed up. "It's rude to stare." "At what?" I scoffed. "No need to lie, I don't blame you." "Cocky much?" "How'd you know?" He rolled his eyes, smirking. "I'm waiting." "For?" "An apo...