"There's the ice cream truck, babe let's stop." I hopped excitedly on my seat.

"You do know we could have gotten ice cream at the restaurant." He pointed out.

"Yes but this is better." I insisted.

He sighed and gestured for the driver to stop the vehicle with a slight flick of his finger.

I practically jumped out of the car with my bare feet treading the asphalt road. I had been wearing heels all day and I was officially tired of those ache inflicting beauties. Damien would most definitely disapprove of me walking barefooted but I didn't want to think about it until I had those ice cream cones...