Chapter 117
**Sara**
We hadn't gone more than a block when I spotted an ice cream shop, its neon 'OPEN' sign flickering weakly. An employee was wiping down tables inside, clearly preparing to close up.
"Ooh, ice cream!" I exclaimed, pulling Tom towards the shop.
"Sara, they're closing. And besides, you'll freeze your tits off if you eat ice cream now."
I shot him a mischievous look over my shoulder. "First of all, my tits are none of your concern right now. Second, I'm a grown woman. If I want ice cream, I'm getting ice cream."
"Your tits are always my concern," Tom muttered, but he let me drag him to the shop anyway.
The bell jingled as we entered, and the tired-looking employee glanced up. "We're about to close-"
"Please?" I interrupted, putting on my best puppy dog eyes. "Just one scoop? I promise we'll be quick."
The guy sighed, clearly too exhausted to argue. "Fine. What'll it be?"
"I'll have a scoop of rocky road, please," I said, bouncing on my toes like an excited kid. The guy behind the counter nodded wearily and turned to Tom. "And for you, sir?"
He looked at me, then at the tired employee, and sighed. "Vanilla, I guess."
I snorted. "Vanilla? Really? How boring can you get?"
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with vanilla," Tom protested as the guy scooped our ice cream. "It's a classic for a reason."
"Yeah, the reason being it's for people with no imagination," I teased, accepting my cone from the employee with a grateful smile.
He rolled his eyes as he took his cone. "I'll show you imagination later," he muttered loud enough for me to hear.
I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine, but I played it cool. "Promises, promises," I said airily, taking a big lick of my ice cream.
We paid and left the shop, the bell jingling behind us as we stepped back into the night air. I immediately shivered, the cold ice cream making me even more aware of the chill.
"Told you you'd freeze your tits off," Tom said smugly.
I stuck my tongue out at him. "Worth it. This is delicious."
We walked in silence for a bit, enjoying our ice cream. I couldn't help but notice the way Tom's tongue darted out to catch a drip running down his cone, and suddenly, I imagined that tongue doing very different things.
"You okay there?" Tom's amused voice broke through my thoughts. "You're looking a little flushed."
I blinked, realizing I'd been staring. "Just... enjoying the view," I said, feigning nonchalance.
His eyes darkened. "Oh yeah? See something you like?"
I stepped closer, lowering my voice. "Maybe. But I think I'd like it better if that tongue of yours was put to better use."
He groaned. "You can't just say things like that when we're in public."
I grinned wickedly. "Why not? Afraid you can't control yourself?"
"I can control myself just fine, sweetheart. The question is, can you?"
I scoffed, taking another lick of my ice cream cone. "Please. I'm the picture of self-control."
"Right," Tom drawled, his gaze dropping to where my tongue was swirling around the rocky road. "That's why you're practically making love to that ice cream cone."
I paused mid-lick, suddenly aware of how... suggestive I must have looked. "I'm just enjoying my dessert," I said primly, feeling my cheeks heat up.
"Uh-huh. And I'm just enjoying the show," Tom smirked, taking a deliberate lick of his cone.
I swallowed hard, watching his tongue slide over the vanilla. "You know what?" I said, my voice breathier than intended. "I think we should hurry up and finish these. Remember, we've got a to-do list waiting for us back at your place?"
"I thought you wanted to enjoy this romantic moonlit stroll."
"The moonlight will still be there later. Right now, I've got other things on my mind."
"Such as?" Tom asked innocently, matching my stride.
"Don't play dumb. You know exactly what I'm talking about."
Maybe I just want to hear you say it."
"Fine," I huffed, stopping abruptly and facing him. "I want to go back to your apartment and fuck your brains out. Happy now?"
An elderly couple passing by gave us scandalized looks, their eyes widening and mouths dropping open in shock at my blunt declaration. I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment but refused to look away or take it back. Tom laughed, his deep chuckles echoing in the quiet night air.
"Ecstatic," he managed between chuckles. "Though I think you might have given those nice folks a heart attack."
"Oh god," I groaned. "Can we please just go now? Before I die of embarrassment?"
Tom wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close. "Now, now. Where's that self-control you were bragging about earlier?"
I glared up at him. "It flew out the window when you started eye-fucking that ice cream cone."
"Language, Sara," Tom tsked, but his eyes danced with amusement. "What would your professors say if they heard you talking like that?"
"Well, considering one of my professors is currently pressing his very obvious erection against my hip, I'd say they might have bigger concerns," I retorted.
"I'll have you know I'm a perfectly innocent professor."
"That's rich, coming from the man who was just suggesting we fuck on a balcony."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Tom replied, his face a mask of pure innocence. "I was merely discussing potential architectural improvements to my apartment."
"Oh, is that what we're calling it now?" I laughed, shaking my head. "Well, in that case, why don't we hurry up and finish these ice creams so we can go back to your place and... discuss some more architectural improvements?"
"Are you propositioning me?"
I took another lick of my rocky road. "Please. Like you need propositioning. I've seen how you look at me in class."
"I look at you with the utmost professionalism and respect."
"Is that what you call it when you're staring at my ass during lectures?"
Tom's eyes widened in mock offense. "I would never! I'm simply appreciating the academic enthusiasm with which you take notes."
"Uh-huh. And I suppose when you lick your lips, you're just... moisturizing?"
"Exactly. Proper lip care is essential for clear enunciation."
I rolled my eyes and decided to let it go, focusing instead on finishing my rocky road. We continued our walk in companionable silence, the tension simmering beneath the surface.
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