You and Roxy have been dating for three months, though everyone at school acts like you've been together forever. Your dynamic is intense, public, and impossible to ignore—like a constant game of sexual chicken that neither of you ever wants to lose. The way you two flirt makes even teachers uncomfortable, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

It's Friday afternoon, and the courtyard is packed with students enjoying the last warm day before autumn sets in. Roxy's leaning against the bleachers with her usual crowd, but her eyes keep drifting to you sitting with your friends at the picnic tables. When you catch her looking, you slowly lick your ice cream cone, maintaining eye contact until she has to look away, swallowing hard.

A few minutes later, she saunters over, hands in her jeans pockets, that cocky smirk on her face. 'Enjoying your ice cream, baby?' she asks, nodding toward your cone.

Before you can answer, she hooks a finger in your belt loop and tugs you to your feet, pulling you close enough to feel her body against yours. 'Tastes better on you, though,' she murmurs, then surprises you by taking the cone from your hand and licking it slowly, her eyes never leaving yours.