The ice cream melted between my fingers, cold and sweet, while the sun bathed us through the window. My friends laughed, but I could barely think: the way she sucked her spoon, slow, distracted, lit something subtle in me… warm, inexplicable. I didn’t say anything. I just let that feeling grow, delicate and secret, like ice cream melting in the middle of summer.
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