Nashville pt. 2

Nashville Night – 5 years ago – pt. 2

Across the street, she looks thoroughly at each ice cream flavor listed on the glass window. I know she wants strawberry. She's already ordered hers, but she's taking my flavor choice very seriously.

"Ah, no way! Is this real?" she asks the teenager behind the counter, pointing to one of the flavors.

"Yeah, those two are a part of our monthly specials. All of the alcohol is cooked out, but they have those flavors."

"It's fate, he'll take a cup of the Jack Daniel's extreme chocolate." She shoots a mischievous smile in my direction.

"Oh perfect, bourbon ice cream sounds great," I say casually.

"It's not bourbon, it's Jack!" She swats me in my stomach .

I chuckle, and the guy places the cup of ice cream on the counter. "Here we are, and she's right. It's not bourbon."

She hums, "See? Two against one. You're wrong."

I roll my eyes. With the way this kid keeps looking at Wyla, I'd say he'd agree that the sky was green if she said so—I probably would too though. I pay for our ice cream, and we walk out where some tables and chairs are set up.

"Do you want to sit?" I ask.

Wyla looks around. "It's a nice night. Care to go for a walk?"

With her? I think I'd follow her anywhere at this point. I gesture for her to go first then fall in beside her once she decides which direction to go.

"So, are you ever going to tell me your name?" I ask her.

She slides the spoon out of her mouth. "Oh, right, Wyla."

"Wyla? I like that. It's unique."

She shrugs. "Thanks. I've harbored mixed feelings about it for years, but my sisters and I all have W names. What about you, what's your name?"

"Jett."

She smiles and it's like her whole face lights up with it. I think I could look at it for hours. "Nice to meet you, Jett."

"Yeah, you too, Wyla." I hold my gaze on her.

Who is this girl? And how do I keep this night going ?

"So, how's the ice cream?" she asks, taking another bite of hers.

"You tell me." I pause on the sidewalk and take a spoonful, holding it out for her.

Instead of taking the spoon she leans forward and wraps her lips around it. Unable to look away from her mouth, all I think about now is those lips being wrapped around something else.

Her eyes shut briefly. "Mmm, that is delicious."

"It's okay," I lie. It is indeed delicious.

"No way. It's amazing, and you know it."

I shrug and take another bite. "So, ice cream and Jack are two of your vices. What are the others?"

"Hmm…" She slides her spoon out of her mouth slowly. Fuck, that shouldn't be as hot as she's making it. "Strawberries for sure…"

"Hold up. Vices are bad habits. I would consider strawberries a healthy snack, a guilty pleasure at best."

Wyla rolls her eyes. "Dear lord, how many things can you get wrong tonight? Vices can be defined as bad habits or weaknesses. I'd say strawberries are a weakness of mine. I wouldn't do much for a Klondike bar, but I would be more inclined to do some questionable things for a few chocolate-covered strawberries or…" She holds up her cup. "Strawberry ice cream."

I look down at her with raised eyebrows. "Can I see a list of these questionable things?"

Wyla takes another bite. "Yeah, the top one on the list says, ‘will get strawberry ice cream with a man she can only assume to be a serial killer but not a very bright one, though.'"

"I am offended. I happen to think I'm very smart."

She laughs. "That's the point you're choosing to argue?"

I finish off my ice cream and toss it in the passing trash can. "I'm also not a serial killer. I'm not going to hurt you, Wyla. I promise."

Wyla takes the last bite of her ice cream as well, pulling the spoon out slowly one last time with closed eyes and a low moan to really make my dick incredibly hard. "Mmm." She tosses it in the trash. "Maybe I'm not the bright one, but I believe you."

I glance down the strip and we're starting to near the end of the block. "Do you want to keep walking or go back to the bar? Your friends may want you back."

She shakes her head. "I texted one of them and told them I was good. I can catch up with them later. What about you? Someone you need to get back to?"

Absolutely fucking not. "Nah, I just came with some buddies, but they know how to take care of themselves."

She intertwines her hand in mine. "Great, then we'll keep going."

"Yeah, I guess so."