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anything, my car is busted, and now my phone
is gone, too. Can it get any worse?
    He sighs, his head between his shoulders, as
if he’s regretting what he did.
    “Thanks,” I say, to make him feel better. He
saved me after all. I don’t want him to feel like shit, even if I
do. It’s not his fault. I should’ve paid attention.
    “ Hey, you’ll get a new phone eventually.
It’s only stuff. Stuff
you can replace. You’re still alive. Unscathed. That’s more
important,” Jack says.
    “Yeah, I know,” I say.
    Meanwhile, Madeline is bawling her eyes out.
She’s sitting on the curb, probably scared to death by what
happened. Jack gets to his knees and grabs her tiny hands. “Hey,
hey, don’t cry. It’s okay. Look at me.” He peers underneath her
fuzzy hair. “Tell you what. Let’s go get some ice cream. Would you
like that? Want some ice cream, huh?”
    Her face instantly lights
up , and the tears
disappear as if they were never there. It makes me chuckle a bit.
Children are so easily distracted. I wish it worked that way with
adults, too.
    Jack picks her up and checks the street
thoroughly before putting down another foot.
    “Wanna come?” Jack says to me.
    “ I guess.”
    “Ice cream will make you feel better. It
always does.”
    “ True. And otherwise I’ll have to wait
until you guys finish it anyway, so we can go back. It’s not as if
I have any other way out of here. Need my personal chauffeur to
drive me back safely.”
    He laughs. “You’ve learned to retort quite
fast these last couple of days.”
    “I’m learning from the master,” I say with a
smirk on my face, which makes him laugh even more.
    We stop at the supermarket, and Jack points
out a couple of ice creams, which I grab. After paying, I help
Madeline unwrap hers, and she runs off to the car while Jack and I
stroll right behind her.
    I glance at him, but burst out into
laughter when I see his face. There’s a huge white blob of cream
right on his cheek.
    He’s blinking, his brows furrowed.
“What?”
    I gasp. “Don’t tell me you don’t feel
that.”
    “Feel what?”
    I chuckle, grab his arm, and stop walking
for a second. My fingers
move on their own. My hand lifts up to his face and carefully wipes
away the ice cream. I can feel his stubble underneath the pad of my
finger. I don’t want to take my fingers off anymore, but I do
because I must. Otherwise it looks weird and
inappropriate.
    I put my finger into my mouth and quickly
lick off the ice cream
before cleaning my finger on my skirt.
    Jack gazes at me, his lips parted,
forgetting the ice cream in his hand. I check his face for more,
but it’s flawless. Perfect. Too perfect. Damn.
    He just keeps staring at me, completely
frozen.
    “ What?” I say, embarrassed. “You had ice
cream on your face.” I tuck a strand of hair behind my
ear.
    “ Ah … nothing,” he stutters. His lips are
pursed and his eyes are jittery. Did I do something
wrong?
    I feel really embarrassed now.
    “ Let’s get back to the car,” I say, in an
attempt to di verge the
conversation.
    “ Ah … yeah, I guess,” he mutters.
    We walk back to the car in silence. He
eats his ice cream pretty quickly, but I don’t dare touch mine.
Every time his eyes are on me I feel as if I’m being watched. As if with each lick I
take off the ice cream, he glances at me. I feel dirty.
    Well, the ice cream was good for something.
Madeline’s not crying anymore, that’s a plus. And it made me forget
about the phone. Temporarily. I cringe.
    Oh well, at least I’m away from all the
drama now. Being here with Jack has renewed my
energy , and I feel a lot
less depressed, too. I don’t know if that’s because of the ice
cream, or because of Jack.
     
     
     

Chapter 7
    Jack
     
    Fuck, she just ate the ice cream off my
face. When she put her finger into her mouth, I swear I could feel
it in my cock. It was almost as if she was licking me. Goddamnit,
why do I have all these fantasies? I can’t get my mind