Page 71 of A Slice of Love

It’s the second time she’s dropped theLword tonight, and I want to say something about it so badly.

I want to tell her I was in love with her too.

That I never stopped being in love with her.

But I think we’ve had enough serious conversations for one day.

“Jonas?”

Frankie grabs my chin, stroking along my jawline and pulling my face toward hers.

“Hmm?”

Her lips ghost over mine. “Make me forget tonight.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I lay her on my bed and give her some new memories.

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A buzzing dragsme from the best night of sleep I’ve had in years, and I detest the thought of having to detach myself from Frankie’s sleeping form.

But the moment I flip my phone over and glance at the screen, seeing my agent’s name on it, I know I have to take the call.

He’s been riding my ass for days now.

Which seems fair on his end, considering I was cleared for training camp last week but have been pushing off actually starting.

I was supposed to be in Colorado last night.

I never showed.

Instead, I made Frankie forget.

First with my tongue, then my fingers…then my tongue again. Finally, I buried myself inside her for what felt like hours.

Glancing over at the sleeping beauty, I carefully extract myself from her hold, using all the energy I can muster after last night, and snatch my phone from the bedside table.

“Let’s get this over with,” I mumble.

Frankie stirs but doesn’t wake.

I hustle away, not wanting to disturb her, and slip out into the hallway, pressing dial on my agent’s name.

“It’s about motherfucking time, Schwartz,” my agent growls into the phone. “Where the hell are you? I’m two fucking seconds from hopping on a plane and hunting your ass down.”

“Would you relax, AJ? I’m still with my parents.”

“That’s the fucking issue! You’re supposed to be in Colorado. I’ve had coaches blowing up my phone all goddamn morning and my wife is gettingreallytired of me taking calls when we’re supposed to be on vacation.”

“Please give Allie my apologies.”

“Fuck your apologies, kid. I need your ass on a plane.Now.”

“I’m not ready yet, man.”

“The contracts I have riding on your ass say you’re ready. You’ve been dodging this for a week now. Step up to your duties or you’re going to blow any chance you have at the NFL.”

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