Alexis Woods

“Darren played with the ice cream before raising a spoonful to his mouth. I watched him lick it before he wrapped his lips around the spoon, closing his eyelids and savoring the flavor on his tongue. He slowly withdrew the spoon from his mouth and opened his eyes. He smiled coyly at my rapt attention. I just wanted to reach across the table, grab a fistful of his hair and lick the ice cream right out of his mouth.”
― Alexis Woods, Opening Day

“I stopped right in front of him, personal space be damned, and asked, “Can we do this again?”
He flashed me his gorgeous smile, dimples and all. “Yeah... I’d like that.” I smiled right back.
I turned and pulled open the door, holding it for him. We stepped outside, stopping on the sidewalk. I pulled out my cell and handed it to him. Darren took it, punched in his number and when his cell rang, he pulled his phone out. “Now I’ve got your number, too,” he said. “You’ll have to save mine to your contacts.” He handed my phone back, and I gave him one of the bags.
“Will do. Can I call you tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow’s Opening Day,” Darren said. “Wanna catch the game together?”
I think my heart skipped a beat. “Yeah… I’d like that.”
― Alexis Woods, Opening Day