He steps forward and pats my cheek. “Good boy.” “Wow. Could you be any more condescending?” “Yes, I can. Would the good boy like to go for some ice cream as a treat? I’m buying.” His hazel eyes shine up at me as he waves to Beck and grabs my hand to drag me through the locker room. “I’m not saying no, but so you know, you owe me so much more than fucking ice cream.” “I’ll even throw a cherry on top.” He winks, and I hate that it’s that easy to make my anger at him disappear.
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