Page 7 of A Slice of Love

Frankieis kissing me.

Frankie is fucking kissingme.

Although everything inside me is screaming for more, I don’t dare move, too worried I’ll scare her away and this will end just as fast as it began—and that’s the last thing I want.

She brushes her lips against mine again. And again.

I’m dying, just fuckingdyingunder her slow, gentle assault.

Then, all too soon, she pulls away.

I exhale a heavy, almost relieved breath, because if she had left her lips against mine for just one more second…

“Jonas.” She says my name again, the single word uttered with a force of need. I don’t think she even realizes how she sounds right now, how scratchy and hoarse her voice is coming out.

I peel my eyes open, looking down at her, trying hard to mask the lust in them.

She’s peering up at me with a heavy gaze that’s asking if she can do it again.

Again? Try always.

I bend until we’re eye level so I can hold her brown eyes with my green ones.

Reaching out, I slide my hand up her cheek and into her red frizz, rubbing the strands between my fingers like I’ve always wanted to do. They feel like silk between the pads of my fingertips. I don’t ever want to let them go.

She leans into my touch, enjoying it just as much as I am.

With the fingers of my free hand, I trace her thick bottom lip, wanting so badly to feel it against mine again. Her exhalations ghost along the tips, and I can feel the way her breaths have picked up yet again.

Chest heaving, she’s gazing at me expectedly. Like she’s waiting for me to capture her lips with mine.

And I want to. So damn badly.

But I can’t take it. It has to be her decision.

I decided that the day I agreed to her crazy idea of us spending the weekend together.

If Frankie asks me to kiss her, I will. But I won’t take what isn’t mine.

She has to offer.

“I’ll only kiss you if you ask me to, Frank.”

Slice Two

Frankie

Iblink up at him.

I’ll only kiss you if you ask me to, Frank.

God, do I want him to.

No, not want—need.

IneedJonas Schwartz to kiss me.

To press his lips against mine. To make my world shift.

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