Page 5 of A Slice of Love

Then why does it feel so right?

“It’s okay, Frank. I’ve noticed your body too.”

A soft gasp leaves her lips, and she takes a step toward me, leaving mere inches separating us.

I know if I closed the gap, she’d fall against me.

She’dbegme to kiss her.

And I want to kiss her so fucking bad.

Her eyes fall shut. “J-Jonas…”

“Yeah, Frank?”

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips again. “What kind of chips do you want?”

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I’ve beeninside Frankie’s house for six hours now, and we haven’t moved from the kitchen since I came back inside with my backpack.

“Where’s your stuff for the project?”

“In my car.”

“That’s not very helpful, Jonas.”

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t sure you were going to let me in.”

She just nodded, likeshehadn’t been sure she’d let me in either.

We’ve been planted at the kitchen counter since. There’s glue and scissors and poster board and two half-eaten bags of chips spread out in front of us.

“I think we’re almost done,” Frankie comments, letting her eyes dance over the mess we’ve made. She pops another chip into her mouth, moaning at the flavor exploding on her tongue.

From our notebooks, I know she’s not allowed to have junk food like this in the house, which makes the little noises she keeps making all that more adorable.

“Already?”

“Yep.” She nods. “We make a pretty good team.”

“We do, huh?”

She blushes, and I bump my shoulder with hers.

“So, Frank,” I start as I rock my stool back until it’s balancing on two legs. “Since we’re already done with this project that was supposed to take us two days, whatever will we do with the rest of the weekend?”

“Well, Jonas, for starters, you’re going to put your chair down on all fours.” She narrows her eyes at me.

I let the stool fall back to the floor. “Done. Now what?”

“We’re going to finish the project. I didn’t say we were done. I said we’realmostdone.”

“Almost done is practically done.”

“Is that so?”

“It is.” I nod. “Let’s take a break.”

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