The line moves, making us next to order after the group in front of us. “Stop flirting with me. I need to pick my flavors.” There’s a pause, before Aiden’s knuckles brush mine. “That’s what you said on our first date.” I glance up at him quickly. “I did? How do you even remember that?” His eyes hold mine. “I remember everything about that date, Freya. You wore a strapless yellow sundress and gold sandals, and your toes were painted hot pink. Your hair was down in these sexy beachy waves before you threw it up in a bun because it was sweltering hot. And you were so fucking pretty, I could
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