21: Popsicle

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Her voice echoed around them, cutting into the soft hotel music, clear and steady. Amber knew her voice didn't have the usual mezzo-soprano pitch that most girls would have. It was lower and could easily pass off for a boy's. It was precisely because of this that a jolt of fear shot through her system after her 'solo debut'. She was afraid that he might be disgusted by the sound of her 'manly' voice. Her self-degrading thoughts were broken by a pleasant hum of approval and a reply.

"Hmm. Maybe," His voice lilted and if she squinted hard enough she could see that his eyes had curved into little rainbows from his amusement. "You'll just have to find out yourself." The last sentence spilt from his lips in a low seductive purr.

It dipped into a sweet voice that did things to her body, naughty things. It felt as if her nerves were alight, her nipples hardening into sensitive tips and her inner muscles fluttering emptily with her need.

She swallowed thickly. The soft ambient music of the hotel was now dulled into a low hum at the back of her mind as she scrutinised the man before her, intoxicated by his scent and his presence. It was as if the world around her had disappeared and he was all that she could see.

Or maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her because he was standing too close to her. So close that he was practically within her personal space and yet she didn't feel an ounce of discomfort. Rather, her body welcomed him. It yearned for his touch. And her heart was sent pounding under her skin, quickening from the heated burn of his concealed gaze.

Amber blinked, her mind finally registering his words. She coughed into her palm, feeling her cheeks warming into a bright pink. What did he say? Her mind replayed his words. Oh, that. She flicked her tongue out to wet drying lips and subconsciously bit into the soft flesh. Was he flirting with her? The realisation sent a rush of panic through her system.

"UWU." She gasped out, unable to form proper words with her suddenly useless tongue.

In her state of stupor, her immediate reaction was to reply in internet slang. The famed emoticon had escaped her lips in its verbal, unusual form. It would have been terribly awkward if he didn't recognise the reference and she braced herself in preparation for his confusion.

She watched as he froze at the sound, his shoulders going stiff. And then he was letting out a throaty laugh. He attempted to stifle it down out of respect for her, but the sound squeaked in his throat in breathy huffed out chuckles. He seemed to give up eventually, throwing his head back to laugh.

It was bright and sunny.

Bursts of deep laughter came straight from his diaphragm. It was a contagious sort of laughter that shook his entire frame. His happiness consumed him, and it spread outwards like a typhoon, infecting all in its wake.

"Did you just give me an emoticon?" He managed to say in between laughter. "You're so damn cute!"

His laughter was infectious, and Amber couldn't help but let the bubbles of laughter escape her lips. He inhaled deeply and when he opened his mouth again, his voice was loud, bright and cheery.

Familiar.

"Let me buy you another cup of milk as an apology" He bounced on the balls of his feet as he grew more and more excited. The strands of hair that peeked out from his hat were jumping along with him. "Chocolate? Strawberry again? Banana maybe? That's my favourite." He paused after that, looking at her expectantly waiting for her answer.

"Okay," Amber couldn't help but reply with a shy nod.

She could see hints of his smile from the crinkle of his eyes and the stretch of his mask. He chuckled and bolted towards the convenience store, turning back every three steps to see if she was trailing him. She followed him, re-entering the blinding store again and watched as he grabbed two bottles of banana milk from the fridge.

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