The drive back to Hugo's dorm was anything but calm.
Between the sugar rush from the ice cream and the thrill of the unexpected sleepover invitation, Hugo was practically bouncing in his seat.
He was gripping the steering wheel with one hand while the other occasionally reached for his ice cream cone, licking it with a mix of satisfaction and glee.
Oh, yes. This was it. This was the night. He could feel it in his bones. Something big was going to happen!
He didn't know what exactly, but he had a very strong feeling that he might—just might—make a home run tonight!
With Loli!
Such glory!
He stole a glance at Loli, who was sitting beside him, completely unaware of the dangerous levels of excitement running through his mind.
She was focused on her own ice cream, her tongue flicking over the scoop in a way that was far too distracting for someone who was supposed to be an innocent angel.