They sat on the floor afterward, naked, backs pressed into the cupboards. “Do you think it will always be like this?” she asked. She sucked on an ice pop, one of the few remnants in the freezer they hadn’t already consumed in the past weeks or thrown away.

“I think so,” he said. “But there’s only one way to find out.” He reached over and surprised her with a drip of his orange freezer pop across her nipple.

“Ow! That’s cold,” she said.

“Here, let me help you,” he said, and leaned over to lick the sticky sweetness from her breast.

She laughed.

“Hey,” he said. “What do you think about this?” he asked, as he held up the red stick. “For next time I mean.”

Her eyes got wide. “You want to—”

“Fuck you with a Popsicle. Why not?” he asked.

A glint in her eye sparkled. “When do you have in mind?” she asked.

“I’m ready whenever you are.”

She looked at him hungrily. “With or without the wrapper?” she asked.

“Good question. What do you think? I mean… it might stay harder longer with the wrapper. But without, it would melt inside you and I could lick it out.”

“You’re always thinking about food,” she said, and tapped him on the head with her own orange freezer stick.

“So, what do you say?” he asked. “I’ll even let you choose the color.”

“How gentlemanly of you,” she said.

Poppy checked her phone. “We seriously have, like, ten minutes,” she said.

“I can do two minutes.”

She smiled and glanced toward the freezer. “If you’re sure…”

“I’m always sure.” He jumped up and pulled a purple freezer pop out.

“Hey! You said I could choose the color,” she said as he nestled between her legs.

“I know. But then I remembered I’m the one eating it.” He pressed his lips between her thighs, and she blossomed instantly.

She jerked when he placed the ice at her entry. “It’s cold,” she said.

“Shh, you’ll be hot soon.” He lapped along her lips. Soon, she eased onto the ice and started to moan.

“Good, that’s good,” he said. For a second, he lifted his head to watch her take it in.

“Don’t stop,” she said, and he went back to sucking her. Before he knew it, the stick was gone and her center was flushed a deep violet. Ryan lifted her hips and began sucking the juices from her. It intoxicated him, the hints of cold fruity juice mixed with her own heat and sweetness.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he said. She groaned, limp in his arms.

This time, when she came, it was the most incredible cocktail of flavors. He could have drank of her for hours.

“Ryan,” she said as she caught her breath. They were sprawled across the kitchen floor, a trail of purple juice spread beneath them. “Seriously, we’d better get going, especially if you want to stop in Wilmington.”

“It’s not Wilmington I’m worried about so much,” he said.

“Then?”

“I just want to make sure we get to the apartment in Newark with enough time to christen every room before your mom gets there.”

“Ryan! You’re crazy,” she said as she reached for her discarded shirt. “Don’t you ever get enough?”

“Of you? Never.”

She rolled her eyes. “You seriously want to get it on in every room in the new place today?”

“Why? You think we need to christen the rental van, too?”

She slapped his chest. “I wouldn’t put it past you.”

“I’m just saying. I’m going to need to work off that pizza in Wilmington, and there’s a pretty generous back seat.”

“Come on,” she said as she pulled on her shirt. “Let’s get to the van before you have another crazy idea.”

“You love my crazy ideas,” he said.

“Well,” she said as she bit her lip and looked down at the mess of purple on the floor. “Maybe that one,” she said. The pink toy caught her eye, and she blushed. “And that one,” she added.

“That’s all?” he asked as he reached for his jeans.

“This is my favorite toy of all,” she said and traced her fingers across his cock. He responded to her touch and started to get hard. “But let’s go. The next adventure awaits.”

She stood up and wriggled into her jeans. “I’m going to be leaking purple fruit juice for who knows how long,” she said, and shook her head.

“Now how many people can say that?”

She laughed and grabbed his hand. Ryan turned around one last time to take in the apartment. It didn’t look like hers anymore. Except for the stain on the kitchen floor, they’d erased all traces.

“What’s wrong?” she asked as she locked the door and dropped the key in the landlord’s box.

“Nothing,” he said. “It’s just kind of sad. You know? Besides the cabin, this is the first place we…”

“You’re so sentimental!” she said. “It won’t be the last. Plus, now we’re starting a brand new adventure together.”

He smiled down at her. She was right.

“Don’t be sad,” she said. “Remember that Robert Frost poem? The one about the roads?”

“Vaguely,” he said. He’d never paid much attention in English class.

“The path you choose… it’s what can make all the difference,” she said.

She bounded down the steps ahead of him, and he watched her blonde hair bounce, and the curve of her hips with every step. Happily, he followed—to what, he wasn’t sure. But he knew, with her, it was going to be amazing.