Page 57 of A Slice of Love

My dick twitches, a miracle considering how many times I got off last night conjuring up the same images and noises.

I reach down to adjust myself, and Frankie doesn’t miss the movement.

“Stop thinking about sex. I’m trying to enjoy this moment.”

“You say that like you wouldn’t enjoy sex with me, which we both know is bullshit.”

She blushes, and my cock jumps again.

“So, why are you really here, Jonas? It can’t just be to bring me cake.”

“What if it is?”

“Then you’re lying.”

“Ah, that’s where you’re wrong.”

She pauses mid-bite. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“No ulterior motives?”

“Nope.” I fold my arms over my chest. “Not a single one.”

She eyes me like she doesn’t believe me, and I sigh, motioning over my chest.

“Cross my heart, Frank. I’m just here for the friendship.”

“Ah, yes, our scintillating conversation skills. How could I forget.”

“You are the only human in the world who could use a word like scintillating in an everyday discussion and not have it sound weird.”

“Thank you.” She shovels another bite of cake into her mouth, washing it down with a drink of milk. “This is weird, you watching me.”

“Well, I didn’t intend to just watch you. I was supposed to be enjoying that cake with you, butno. Someone’s stingy.”

“Can you blame me? This cake is heaven. A literal slice of—”

“Love?” I provide.

She smiles. “Yes.”

Her eyes flit to the box and she gasps. “No way!”

“Yes way.”

Setting her cake to the side, she unsticks the composition notebook that’s taped to the lid of the box and flips through the pages.

“It’s empty.” She frowns.

“Because we’re going to fill it. Just like old times.”

“Just like old times,” she repeats quietly, running her fingers over the cover tentatively. “Is it weird that I’m nervous?”

“Why would you be nervous?”

“Because last time we did this, these notebooks lead to a lot of…um, big decisions. Are we ready for that again?”

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