Page 57 of Finding Romance
We get out and go inside to order. I look at the flavor of the month but decide to go with my staple, Oreo.
“I’ll have the same,” Kasen says and I grin.
We get our ice cream and sit on a bench outside to eat it.
“What’s your favorite food?” I ask because this ice cream thing is making me think that I really don’t know this man, and after what we’ve done in the past twenty-four hours, I probably should get to know him a little better.
I watch him lick the ice cream off his spoon and memories of his tongue on me earlier today have me pressing my thighs together.
“That’s a tough one,” he says as he eats his Blizzard. I take another bite of mine and wait for him to contemplate it.
“I mean, I love fish and chips, but I think…this is going to sound weird”—he pauses and looks at me—“corn dogs.”
I giggle. “No way.”
“Way.”
I roll my eyes. “I love corn dogs, but like the type you get at a fair. It has to be legit.”
He grins and I realize how sexy he looks grinning. He is serious so much of the time. “Exactly. That’s how I feel about it.”
“When did you have your first corn dog?” I ask.
“The county fair. I was maybe five or six. I also had funnel cake,” he says.
“My grandmother took me to the state fair when I was eight. My mom never used to buy hot dogs or any junk food because she was always training for a race. So I ate my weight in all the food. I remember feeling so sick but I didn’t care,” I say as I finish my ice cream.
“Did you spend a lot of time with your grandparents when you were a kid?” he asks.
Nodding, I toss my cup and spoon away. “My mom’s mom and dad lived nearby, so I spent a fair amount of time with them. I only saw my dad’s parents once a year. What about you?”
“Well, I didn’t get to see my grandparents very often because they lived in Scotland and Key West,” he says.
“Key West as in Florida?” I ask.
He nods. “Yeah. My mom’s parents lived down there. They were in their early forties when she was born and she was a bit of a surprise baby. My aunt and uncle are fifteen and sixteen years older than her. I hear from them once in a while but her parents died when I was maybe seven or eight. My dad was a twin but his brother died two days after they were born. I have cousins on that side of the family but I’ve only met them once or twice. My dad wasn’t very close with his siblings.” He pauses and then continues. “And then Granddad died about eight years ago. So it’s just me and my grandmother.”
He finishes his ice cream and tosses the cup in the trash. We climb back into his car and head back toward the city.
It’s amazing how much we have in common. We like the same bands, a lot of the same movies, and he even admitted to liking a reality television series that is my total guilty pleasure.
By the time we pull up to one-eleven Hearts Lane, I feel like I know a completely different Kasen than the one I met in the hallway several weeks ago. He comes around to my side and opens my door and helps me out, slinging my bag over his shoulder.
“What about your stuff?” I ask as I point to his bag in the back of the car.
“I’ll get it later,” he says as he places his hand on the small of my back and steers me toward the building.
We stop when we hear Hutch yell out, “God damn it!”
I turn to see Hutch throwing something on the ground and stomping toward us.
“Whoa. What’s going on?” Kasen asks.
“The freaking trash pandas is what’s going on,” Hutch growls throwing his hands up in exasperation.
“I’m sorry, what?” I ask in confusion. Kasen pulls me protectively to his side.
“Bro, did the fuzzy little bears mess up another trail cam?” Kasen asks.
