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up to the old fashioned building built in the 1920s and wait behind an elderly couple. Nathan stands behind me and his chest gently touches my back.
    “Vanilla?” he jokes.
    “Not on your life.” I step up to the window and order my crazy flavor, hearing him chuckle behind me.
    He leans in to place his order and his hands hold my shoulders steady while his chest touches me full on. “Coffee, black,” he tells the cashier.
    I swing my head around so we’re face to face. His breath sweeps over my lips.
    “I rarely sway from my nutritional habits. It’s my profession.”
    Then why did he agreed to my ice cream date? Or is it a date? I’m about to see.
    We find a concrete round table with matching benches and Nathan sits right next to me, slightly touching my body with his.
    He sips his hot coffee, and I realize I’m going to have to lick my ice cream cone.
    “I’m feeling very self-conscious.” I look at the cone then back at Nathan.
    “Don’t be.” He flashes me a smile.
    Before the first drip of ice cream falls, I catch it with my tongue and swirl the entire cone around while the bottom starts to melt. I look up and see Nathan’s eyes are on me. He clears his throat and inside I’m smiling.
    “Tell me about your job. You must really love it.” My tongue flits out for a second twirl. This time I go slower while looking straight into his eyes.
    “Yes, I do. Clayton and I started the gym about five years ago. I own it, but I consider Clayton my partner. I wanted to be more involved. That’s why I still have a client base.”
    I listen while he watches every move I make. I continue to torture the ice cream cone like it’s one of his body parts. The one I’ve been dreaming about.
    “The owner? That’s quite an accomplishment.” Wondering if I read that on his Bio, maybe he kept it out intentionally.
    Noticing a trickle of ice cream sliding down my thumb, I reach for a napkin, but Nathan grabs my wrist and licks the ice cream away, then he slides his tongue all the way up my hand.
    “Mmmm, taste good, Bryer.” Leaving me to wonder whether he’s talking about me or the ice-cream.
    My eyes meet his, then my gaze goes back to those luscious lips that still have a bit of ice cream on them.
    “Here. Allow me.” Bravely, I reach up and wipe the lucky ice cream from his lips then put my finger in my mouth.
    “Fuck,” he whispers.
    I think I’ve caught him off guard, so I take this opportunity to try and get to know more about him.
    “And what about your family?” I say, just to slow my heartbeat and avoid spiraling out of control.
    “It’s just my father and me. My dad runs a finance company. Actually he lives not too far from here.” He doesn’t give further details.
    “What about your mom? No brothers or sisters?”
    He stares downward, like he’s deciding how, or if, he wants to answer me. Then he looks up and speaks quietly, “I lost my mom years ago, and no siblings.”
    I reach out to cover his hand and gently rub my thumb back and forth. I trash my cone, knowing it’s my turn to share.
    “Nathan, I lost my mom too. She died of cancer seven years ago. I took care of her for the last few weeks of her life, so I understand the loss you’re feeling.” I could easily shed tears at this moment, even after all this time.
    “My mom committed suicide, so I really don’t think it’s the same thing.” He reveals, and I see unresolved pain in his eyes.
    I pull my hand away slowly, feeling he needs his space. The bitterness is so raw, so intense. I can feel his battle scars and see the hurt on his face.
    He shakes his head and runs both hands through his hair. “Bryer, I didn’t mean to sound so cold.
    I place my hand on his once again, forcing him to face me. He covers my hand with his. After several minutes, he looks up. “Bryer ... your mom ... It says a lot about what kind of person you are.” He rubs his thumb over my hand and I feel like he’s opening up a more sensitive side that