Page 84 of A Slice of Love

“Just to kiss me, huh?”

“Well, to kiss you and to see those sexy ankles of yours.”

I laugh, pressing a kiss to his lips because I can’t help myself.

“So, Frank,” he says when he pulls away. “Did you, uh, happen to get through all my notes?”

“I did.”

“Yeah? Read anything interesting?”

“I did, actually. I read that you have a thing for fro-yo.”

“God, I hate that word. Fro-yo sounds so stupid.”

I continue like he didn’t interrupt me. “You eat oranges when you miss me, and you definitelydofantasize about my ankles.”

“I warned you before…”

I grin. “You did, yet I fell for you anyway.”

“That’s your own fault then.”

“I’ll gladly accept that fault of mine.”

“Come across anything else in those notes?”

“Hmm.” I twist my lips, tilting my head, pretending to think. “Nothing comes to mind.”

“I’m starting to regret coming home.”

“Liar,” I say against his neck, nipping at the soft skin.

“Frank…” He throws his head back on a groan, but I can’t tell if it’s because he’s tired of my teasing or the nip. “You’re killing me.”

“Sexually? Or because I won’t answer you?”

“Yes.” The word is pushed out through gritted teeth.

I laugh. “Okay, fine. But first, I have a request.”

“Name it. It’s yours.”

“Dibs on Julian to be my maid of honor.”

“Done, but I call Thea for best man.”

“Oh, man. She’s gonna besoannoyed she has to get a date for the wedding.”

“She’ll get over it.” He shrugs. “Besides, I’m sure she’ll find some poor unlucky victim to take mercy on her.”

“I guess we’ll see.”

“Is that your way of saying yes?”

I purse my lips. “What was the question again?”

He tightens his grip on my ass, squeezing me hard but not hard enough to hurt. “I’ll drop you right here in the middle of this hallway…” he threatens, loosening his grip enough for me to slip a couple inches.

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