-Harper-
I licked the ice cream, wondering when I last felt so carefree on a date. The answer was: Never. The truth is, I don't remember any date on which I felt so good, so comfortable, and so happy. And it's all thanks to stupid cream ice cream with sprinkles.
"How about going to the cinema? They're about to show a romantic comedy. How about a heavy makeout session in the back row?" Carter wriggled his eyebrows as he showed me his phone, where a trailer with a couple kissing was played.
Correction. It's not this excellent ice cream that makes me happy; it's the ice cream and this fantastic guy who makes me smile like that.
"I'm definitely in," I replied, quickly devouring the ice cream.
"Slow down, baby. It starts in ten, and we have fifteen minutes of commercials. So you can eat t
