Chapter Ten ⢠I Scream
Ryder kept his word about not talking. He sulked in silence while I spoke with Sean. He didn't, however, keep his word about the whole 'no funny business' thing, because after a while of sulking he decided to start playing with my hair. And if that wasn't bad enough, every time Sean said something slightly flirty or tried touching me, I would hear a thump from underneath the table and Sean would wince and continue on like it never even happened.
Besides those things though, the date was pretty good. The only reason I wasn't too upset about Ryder being there was because I had a feeling that this date with Sean wouldn't be our last, and any others we have, well, we'll just have to make sure and keep them from Ryder.
As our date comes to an end, we all walk outside into the crisp, cool air. "Hey, Sean? Thanks for tonight, I had a really nice time."
"Yeah, me too. We should do this again sometime."
I nod, "Definitely."
He leans forward to give me a kiss on the check, but a little growl of warning from Ryder stops him in his tracks. He instead settles for a wave goodbye. "Alright, Em. I'll see you later."
"Yeah and sorry again, about him," I jerk my head in Ryder's direction.
"No problem. You'll just have to make it up to me," he winks and I laugh as I watch him walk away.
Ryder's immediately by my side. "Do you need a ride home?"
"No. Wes is picking me up."
He shakes his head. "Tell him that I'll drop you home."
"What? No."
"Why not? It's better than us sitting inside waiting for him to come." I didn't respond.
". . . and I'll get you ice cream on the way there."
Annnnd sold.
Call me a fatty, but I was not giving up ice cream.
He smiles when I roll my eyes and motion for him to lead me to his car. "You're so cute," he murmurs, tapping my nose with his finger.
As we walk to his car, he brushes past me to open the door. I thank him.
I don't know why we bother driving, though. Cold Stone is like two minutes away from here, we could just walk.
And just as I said, two minutes later, we pull up in front of Cold Stone.
"So, what flavour ice cream do you want, Em?"
"Cake Batter with rainbow sprinkles," I say without a second thought. He chuckles, shaking his head. "You coming in?"
I nod. "Sure."
There isn't that much people inside and seeing that there's a lot of tables free, I decide to stand in line with Ryder.
When it's our turn to order, the cute brunette standing behind the counter, Sarah, her nametag says, smiles at Ryder as if I don't exist, and asks him what he wants.
"Two Cake Batters, with rainbow sprinkles, please." I look at him in surprise, "You're getting cake batter too?"
He shrugs, "I wanna see why you like it so much."
"So you've never tried it before, then?"
"Nope."
I was kind of excited for him to try it now, as weird as that sounds. I love watching people's reactions as they try something new, whether it's good or bad.
"Here you are," I hear Sarah say, as she holds out an ice cream. Ryder immediately hands it to me and I eat a small spoonful while we wait for his own. When Sarah's finally finished, she hands him his ice cream with a wink, and I notice that his has considerably more ice cream than mine. I refrain from rolling my eyes.
As Ryder steps away to get extra napkins, Sarah turns to me. "Are you his girlfriend?" Oh, how nice of you to ask me after you already flirt with him.
Hesitating, I shake my head. "No." She glances over at him, a seductive smile on her face. "Good."
I almost gag.
Ryder comes back and pulls his wallet out of his pocket. I reach for mine too.
"Oh, I'll pay for min-" "No."
I look at him in surprise, but still pull out my wallet anyways. As he sees me opening it, he snatches it out of my hand and sticks it in his back pocket. "You'll get it when we go back in the car."
I stalk off to find a seatâdeciding not to wait for him anymoreâ and glare from my table as I watch him give Sarah his money. She takes it from his hand, making sure to make as much body contact as possible, and winks as she says something to him. What the hell is up with this girl and winking?
He responds to her, nodding his head in my direction and her face falls, but her smile returns as she scribbles something on the receipt.
She hands him change and as he walks towards me, he crumples up the billâwithout even glancing at what she wroteâ and throws into a nearby trashcan.
I have to admit that I feel oddly happy about that.
I watch his reaction as he sits in front of me and takes a bite of his ice cream. His eyebrows rise. "Mhm. This is pretty damn good, Angel."
Before I can even try holding it in, a giggle escapes me at how cute a guy like him looks eating rainbow sprinkles. Most guys I know wouldn't dare put that as a topping in fear they'd look 'less manly.'
His eyes soften. "What?"
"Nothing."
"No, tell me."
"Nothing, you just look cute eating your little rainbow sprinkles."
He freezes with a spoon of ice cream halfway to his mouth. "I look. . .cute?" He says, tilting his head to the side as if the word 'cute' was something foreign to him.
I nod.
"Take it back."
"No."
"Emma. Take it back."
"I said no."
He smiles wickedly at me and all of a sudden a blob of ice cream is being thrown at my nose.
"What theâoh hell no!" I reach my hands up to wipe it off, but before I can Ryder grabs them.
"Take it back or I'll lick it off."
"No! Don't be gross!"
"Okay, you asked for it." He leans toward me and I struggle to get away from him. In the last second of my struggle I turn my head and he ends up licking my cheek.
"Ew! I can't believe you actually licked me!"
He licks his bottom lip, then bites it. "Why? I said I would."
"Yeah, but I thought you were bluffing!" I exclaim, wiping his germs and ice cream off my face aggressively.
He laughs. "Is that why you let me lick you? Because you thought I wouldn't? I'm a guy, Em, licking any part of you is a win on my end."
"I didn't let you lick me," I grumble under my breath, "I was trying to escape."
"Well you could've. All you had to do was take back those little words you said."
Tired of his smart mouth, I take a spoonful of ice cream (his not mine) and fling it at his face. It lands with a splat on his forehead, and immediately starts sliding down his face.
I burst out laughing, but the look on his face tells me all I need to hear. Run.
I get up as quick as I can, but his arms are already around me before I can even take a step. He drags me on top of his lap, moves my hair out of my face, and then rubs his sticky ice cream face all over mine. I think he even licks me a few times for good measure, too.
Oh, he is so going down now.
I reach behind me to get a handful of his ice cream, and then shove it down his shirt, laughing as he gasps at the coldness of it. His grip on me loosens slightly and I use that opportunity to run away.
This time I manage to get a few steps away before he grabs me. God dammit! Why am I so slow!?
He holds me around the waist with one arm and as much as I struggle I can't get out of his grip.
It was only then that I realized why he was holding me with one arm.
I watch as he lowers his other hand to bottom of his shirt and starts slowly lifting it.
Oh, no. He wouldn't. . .would he?
He does.
He lifts his shirt until it's up to his neck and I see the wetness of the ice cream still on his abs. I try even harder to get away from now, knowing what he's up to, but it's no use.
He pulls me to him effortlessly, picks me up as if I weigh nothing and proceeds to rub me all over himself.
By the time he's done, all the ice cream that I previously put on him is now all over me, and he's looking at me with playful eyes.
"Is there anywhere else you'd like to put ice cream on me, Angel?"
Before I can reply, someone from behind us clears their throat.
Crap.
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Hello!
I finally updated on schedule. Isn't that a surprise? ;P It's also longer than usual.
Anyways, is it egotistical to say that I love Ryder and I want him to myself? I mean. . . I did invent him and everything. . .
Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed! â¥