Neither of them moved. The popsicle stick in her hand was just a wet splinter now. Leo’s was gone too. The only thing left was the faint, sweet sourness on their tongues and the growing dusk outside.
He smiled, and this time it lingered.
“I brought reinforcements,” he announced, holding up a plastic bag. Sweat glued his dark curls to his forehead. lemon popsicle netflix
They never did pick a show. But somewhere between the melting ice and the summer dark, they started watching each other instead. Neither of them moved