Ivy watched Dorset lick the icing from his fingers. He was one of the most carefree people she had ever met, she realized — not careless, but carefree. She found she was jealous of him, or something like jealousy. She wanted to be more like him. But it was too late for that, so maybe proximity was enough.
She took a bite of the roll and bit her lip to scrape the spare icing off of it. "Think of the beer as a chaser," she suggested, tone more playful than she felt. She took a sip of it as if to provide an example, and immediately found herself wrinkling her nose at the contrast.
She took a bite of the roll and bit her lip to scrape the spare icing off of it. "Think of the beer as a chaser," she suggested, tone more playful than she felt. She took a sip of it as if to provide an example, and immediately found herself wrinkling her nose at the contrast.