"What?" I asked.

"You have a bit of ice cream on your bottom lip."

"Oh,um thanks." I licked it off my lip. Shane stared at me the whole time.

"Any problem?" I asked nervously. He gave me that mischievous smile of his.

"Not really. I would've preferred to lick that bit of ice cream off your bottom lip myself," he looked me in eyes, "And I would've have if you could permit me. Maybe I should ask next time."

I froze and felt a sweet feeling down my spine and ...