Chapter 93

I throw another glare his way, unsure whether to believe he is offering ice cream because he just got home from the gym, and it’s on his no-go list of foods. I guess he’s trying to be cute and make up for being a massive pain in my ass if he’s offering, and I ponder over whether I want it or not. Ice cream is a weakness besides pancakes.

He does seem to be in a good mood, which is odd, considering last night was weird and emotional, but he’s showing no signs of being anything but normal today.

“You’re on an ice cream ban. Why would you do that?” I pout, glad to be diverting the topic away from my sketches. Eyeing him up suspiciously.

“You’re a bad influence on me. Besides, you have an ice cream weakness, and I have some hate reversal to perform.” He winks at me smartly, cocky with his quick wit, obviously pleased with it, and strolling over to me like God’s gift to women. I roll my eyes at him and throw the book on the couch, now that it is no longer his focus, for