Page 55 of A Slice of Love

“Just the bulk?”

“I’m sorry, have youseenScar Jo?”

I laugh. “Fair enough.”

Jonas steps toward me again. His hand coming up to cup my jaw, he brings my eyes to his.

“Thank you for tonight.”

“Shouldn’t I be the one thanking you?”

“Spank bank.” He drops his mouth to mine in a quick, tame kiss, and I miss him the moment he pulls away.

I’m going to miss him doubly when I finally get my heart rate to settle down and I’m tucked into bed alone.

He brushes his nose against mine, the touch so intimate it surprises me.

“Good night, Frank.”

“Good night, Jonas.”

Slice Nine

Jonas

It’s been less than twenty-four hours since I last saw Frankie, and I have something I need to prove to myself—can we spend time together that doesn’t end in an argument or sex?

Hence why I’m standing outside her apartment with my version of an apology: food.

What exactly I’m apologizing for, I’m not certain.

I just know I feel bad for last night.

Mostly for my own balls, but also for turning Frankie down.

She might have gotten off, but it was clear she wanted more. I did too, but the last time we let things go too far, nothing ended the right way.

I have another shot with her, and I’m not going to screw it up this time.

Sure, the screwup last time was mostly on her father’s part, but also mine. I was the dumbass kid who believed her father could ruin my football career with a few phone calls.

As it turned out, her father couldn’t touch me, but I didn’t realize that until it was too late and the damage had already been done.

Frankie wanted nothing to do with me, and I couldn’t blame her.

Because I knew her parents wouldn’t let me anywhere near her, I waited for our shot in college.

Only she never showed up, so I could never explain.

Before I knew it, four years flew by.

Now I have a chance to prove to her what she means to me, what she’s always meant to me. I’m not about to let that chance pass me by.

I rap my knuckles against her door.

There’s a rustling behind the wooden frame, and it reminds me of the first time I came here.

Never in a million years did I expect Frankie to be behind the door. I paid zero attention to the name on the order—not that it would have done me any good since all it said was Doctor Frankenstein, and that could have been anyone.

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