Page 41 of A Slice of Love

He knew.

Just like he knows now that the pressure between my legs, the pressure I’ve felt since I walked inside and laid eyes on him, is building.

I want to crawl across the table and sit myself in his lap.

I want him between my legs. I want his mouth against my neck, my shoulder, my lips.

I want to feel him everywhere again.

Julian clears his throat, and I’m thrown from the haze that’s settled around me.

“So, what’d I miss?”

* * *

I knew tryingto keep up with Jonas was a big mistake.

He’s downed three more shots, and despite devouring nearly an entire basket of mozzarella sticks, I’m feeling it.

I’m not drunk, but I am buzzing pretty hard.

Which is probably why, like a complete idiot, I agreed to share a ride home with my nemesis.

“You sure you’re okay riding home with him?” Julian asks for the fifth time.

I nod. “It just makes sense. We live close to one another. You live on the other side of town with all the other rich kids who still live with their parents.”

“Oooh, drunk Frankie is mean Frankie. I’ll have to make a note of that.”

“One, I’m not drunk. And two”—I poke his nose—“boop. You still love me.”

Laughing, he wraps me in a warm hug. “I do still love you. Just make good choices, Frankie. You have a weakness when it comes to him.”

“You have nothing to worry about. Anything I had with Jonas is long past.”

“You’re drunk and, seeing as you’re agreeing to share a cab with him, obviously already not thinking clearly.”

“Buzzed,” I insist.

“Either way, be smart.”

“Yes, Dad.” I squeeze him. “Thanks for giving me a night out. I needed it. I mean, inviting Jonas was a dick move, but thank you.”

Our cab pulls up and Julian releases me. He walks over to Jonas, and the two shake hands. I see their lips move, but I can’t make out what either of them are saying.

Julian gives me one last wave, walking backward toward his car. “Night, Frankenstein.”

“Night, Igor.”

I gulp in a deep breath, gathering the strength I need to make it through this ride, and turn toward the cab.

Jonas holds open the door for me. “Frankenstein, huh?”

I huff, walking around to the other side, ignoring his gesture. “It’s a hell of a lot better than what you came up with.”

His eyes smile at me over the top of the cab. “I’ll be the judge of that,Frank.”

We climb inside and I rattle off my address to the driver then begin telling him we’ll be making another stop at Jonas’ house.

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