Lena’s POV

We stayed like that for a while, tucked into each other in a quiet bubble that made the rest of the world non-existent. After a while of just pure, comforting silence, I felt his fingers brush my cheek carefully.

“You’ve got ice cream on your face,” he murmured.

I frowned slightly, pulling back a little. “I do not.”

He smiled, that soft curve of his lips that always rendered me speechless, and then he proceeded to brush his thumb against my skin again, while I ...