Page 60 of A Slice of Love

“Good.”

“Good?”

“Yeah.” I grin at her. “It means I still have a chance.”

Laughing, she hops down from the counter, sauntering past me, wiggling her hips in a way she knows drives me crazy.

When she reaches the doorway, she looks back at me over her shoulder with a sassy smirk.

“Wanna go make out on my couch?”

Who am I to turn her down?

* * *

I can’t stay away.

I’ve tried.

Well, not very hard, admittedly, but I’ve thought hard about trying, and it’s ultimately the thought that counts, right?

In between my short shifts at Slice and upping my physical therapy routine, I’ve shown up at Frankie’s every day for the last two weeks. Sometimes it’s late at night, sometimes early in the morning. Sometimes I stop by for a meal and a movie, and sometimes just for a kiss. Sometimes it’s just to drop off our notebook.

I’ve kept her on her toes, and she’s loving every second of it.

I’m about to throw her yet another curveball because Ihaveto see her tonight.

I hit the green button on the phone, bringing it to my ear on an unsteady breath, suddenly nervous about making a simple phone call.

“H-Hello?”

“Frank!” My voice is too high. I’m too eager. I clear my throat. “I mean, Frank!”

Shit. Nope. That sounded exactly the same.

“Jonas?”

“Do you have many other people in your life calling you Frank? If so, I’ll need names and numbers. They have some explaining to do.”

“How did you get this number?”

“Julian isveryaccommodating.”

“You do you realize you just made it sound like you exchanged sexual favors for my work number, right?”

“Shit. No.”

She laughs. “What do you want, Jonas?”

“I want you to go to the fair with me tonight. You’re not allowed to say no. Just say you’d love to go and I should pick you up at eight.”

“So, basically, you’re not asking me, you’re telling me I’m going to the fair with you and you’re picking me up at eight?”

“Yes.”

“Well, then, okay. I’ll see you at eight.”

“Wait, seriously?” I’m surprised that worked.

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