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by J.B. Lamping
He looked like the first bite of ice cream on a summer night, and she wanted him immediately. He had soft brown curls with swirls of caramel highlights. She couldn’t help but smile when a chocolate lock fell in front of his eye.
She got a drink at the bar, then did her best to look lonely and appealing. Within minutes he made eye contact. She grinned sheepishly and looked down at her drink. Soon he was at her side, leaning in close to ask her name. Thirty minutes later they were stumbling out to a cab, taking a short ride to a place he’d never leave.
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Had the best brownie sundae here! The brownie was soft and warm, even after I got it home. Ice cream was smooth and velvety; the perfect Friday night snack. Can’t wait to go back and try something new.
Three drinks in and she still hadn’t seen anything worth her time. She was in the mood for something fruity. There were a few guys that might have piqued her interest on any other day. A man with golden blond hair and a warm smile, like the perfect slice of yellow butter cake. Across the bar from him, sat a tanned man with light brown hair. Plain cheesecake, she thought to herself.
Finally, she saw him. He was leaning against the wall, with short dark hair and impossibly pale skin. He looked up at her, his piercing blue eyes stirring up a hunger she hadn’t felt in weeks. Lemon blueberry cupcakes.
He watched her approach, smiling as she got closer. They sized each other up for a few moments before he leaned in and whispered, “Your place or mine?”
Time is running out!
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