He stares at me with a puzzled expression on his face. “What?” I say through my mouthful of ice cream. His face contorts again, except this time his lips form a smile. “Nothing, you’re just really hot when you talk with your mouth full like that,” he says, dodging my arm as I swat at him. He digs his spoon into the other side of the rocky road. “Shut up,” I laugh.
