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“Hopefully, a couple of fun evenings?” “Two, huh?” I eyed the recipe then him. “So the number of evenings hinges on how soon I master this? Cause that could take a while.” His eyes grew a bit brighter. “As long as it takes. I will see you tomorrow, Francesca?” “Frankie,” I corrected. “I know,” he said, turning to walk backwards. “Mais ton nom est magnifique. Comme toi.”
“Fine, but if you dunk me, I’m going to consider kneeing you in the nuts as fair retribution.”
Then we ended up making out. It was an accident.” “What’d you do?” Archie called. “Trip and fall on her mouth?”
“I’ve been upset for months. Today is nothing new.” Surprise stamped across his face. “Yeah, I know. You didn’t know, right?” I threw his answer out for him. But the frustration swelling in me just seemed to redouble with every word. “Maybe you should ask yourself why I ghosted everyone. Or, I have a better question—why are you guys free to date who you want? Get off who you want? Almost have sex with whomever you want? But I’m untouchable?”
“So you want to date? I’m in. Just to be clear—I want to take you out, Frankie. You and me. If I get to make out with you? Even better.”
“Well, I think she killed me,” Coop admitted. “If the whole exam is like that, will you promise to visit my grave every week and bring me flowers?” With a snort, I nudged him. “Of course, I will. I’ll even bring coffee and fill you in on all the fun you’re missing.” “Mean. Mean.”
White roses signify innocence and new beginnings. They also mean I’m thinking of you. Now that I’ve typed that it sounds creepy. It’s not. I promise. I just want to see you smile.
He rose a little awkwardly, and no I did not just totally check out the thick line of erection clearly detailed by the way his swim trunks clung to him. Nope, I focused on the way his abs rippled. Yeah. That was so much better.
They both cared, but they showed it in different ways. I had to admit, I was a fan of both.
“Those guys, they’re our friends. And, Coop, you’re a good guy, too. You married me in kindergarten. You promised me forever between the slide and the swing set and, now that you’ve finally asked me out on a date, you don’t think you’re worth it?”
“Got it. I’ll ogle you quietly.” He planted his chin against his hand and his elbow on the table. “Please—put a little swing in that step as you get all domestic. It’s definitely a newfound kink of mine.”
“If you’re going to fart from your mouth, you could at least do us the courtesy of covering it. No one here needs to smell your stench.”
“No, you’re freaking brilliant. You’re probably going to end up running the world someday, and I’ll be looking at the television and saying, I remember sucking Madame President’s fingers clean of her juices before I took her out to dinner.”
But the most important thing—value yourself. They don’t define you. You do.
