Sweet Torture

Kaelen’s POV

“Are you sure you don’t want any ice cream? This joint isn’t present in Los Angeles. It’s only available here, as far as I know,” Wyatt said, holding two ice cream cones in his hand—one blue and one yellow. I didn’t bother asking him what flavors they were, despite their suspiciously bright colors.

“I don’t like sweet things,” I answered. “Just make it fast.”

“Right,” he said. “You ha