Too Fast (Boys of Lake Chapel #2)

by Abby Millsaps

I let the nutrition bros step up to the counter and slink back so I’m shoulder to shoulder with Kylian. “What are you getting?” “Vanilla,” he replies without any preamble. “Just vanilla?” I tease. The irony. Between his dirty mouth and his lack of inhibitions when he’s sharing me with his friends, Kylian is anything but vanilla. “Just vanilla.” I loop my arm through his and tug him toward the counter. “You should at least get an add-on. Ooh. Get sprinkles!” He cocks one brow and looks down his nose at me like I’m delusional. “I’ll do no such thing.” I fight back a grin, love drunk, sun kissed, and a little punchy after my encounter with Decker. “But I love sprinkles,” I murmur in his ear, rubbing up against his bicep. “Then you should get them,” he encourages, rapping the fingers of his free hand on the chipped blue countertop while we wait for the employee to come back and take our order. “Kyl.” He side-eyes me under his glasses, then turns to face me completely once he sees my smirk. “We could share,” I suggest. “Your vanilla covered in my sprinkles?” I push my tits out for emphasis, just in case he needs a little more context. “No.” Denied. With a huff, I stick my lip out, teasing him with a pout. “It’s a texture thing,” he explains. “Sprinkles are pervasive, especially when paired with soft serve. I don’t stand a chance of taking a bite without getting one in my mouth.” Affection blossoms in my chest. I should have known. “So sprinkles are the sand of the ice cream wor...

Sprinkles!!!!!