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And to top it off like you top him off, there is a generous drizzle of sweet, creamy vanilla sauce, mimicking the luscious custard layer in a traditional banana pudding.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmmm! Ughhhh my God! This is Heaven!” I moan, nodding as he scoops another mouthful and I lick it up hungrily.

“Everyone who eats that idiot’s food falls head over heels like this… I guess you’re not immune. Should I make him our personal chef?”

“Would he really do that?! He seems so busy?!” I take up a macaron, munching happily.

“He’ll do what I tell him to do or…”

“Don’t be mean to your brothers,” I raise a brow, still munching and he frowns before a slow smirk forms on his lips.

“I hate it, Jessica.” He drops the spoon and my eyes go to the ice cream, but he grasps my face, forcing me to look at him.

“Y-you hate what?”

“You thinking about others that aren’t not me,” he spits seriously, but with an innocent smile that makes me shudder.

“E-eve your bro—” He reaches over, taking my lips in a scolding hot kiss that literally has the ice cream melting next to us, before he pulls back, grasping my throat.

“Man, woman, or child… animal, bug, amphibian, poriferan, a fucking bacteria… if it’s up here…” he taps my head. “I hate it.”

“F-football?” I pout, looking down, and he kisses me again.

“I abhor it… but for you, I do my best.” That is not romantic! It’s toxic… it’s trash it’s ick… so why do I want to spread my legs and tell him to take me?Call me Jeezy cause I love it!

“Th-thank you, baby. It’s so sweet that you care about me that much,” I tell him as I lean over the table, pecking his lips, making him blush….whhhhaaattt!Frank is blushing?!

Frank

She thanked me… I just let my deepest secret out, and she thanked me…

How in fuck did it get here? How did she come to mean this much to me? How is it that on a date where she’s clearly ready to take whatever I want to give her, I want to just lay next to her and listen to her heartbeat?

What the fuck is this feeling?

I want to dig my nails into my chest, ready to rip my fucking heart out so I can hand the son of a bitch over to her because it’s useless being with me since she owns it.

This feeling… I don’t know what it is. It’s more addicting than sex. I’ve never been this high… and it’s all because of her. My Jessica… the one I crave more than air.

This feeling… whatever it is… it’s torturous, it’s draining… it’s like her… beautiful.

Chapter 22

Horny

FRANK

Is this what dying feels like?

I try to breathe in air, but my lungs sound like one of the old junk cars my brother is usually working on.This has to be death…what kind of sick fucking joke is being played on me right now? I know I said I craved that feeling more than air and I meant it… hell, I’m even willing to die for Jessica… but for fuck’s sake, did it have to be so fucking soon?

Because I can’t be sick… I’ve never been sick a day in my life, but today I feel like a grape left out in the sun for a few days.

After I leave class, I sluggishly shuffle over to my brother’s office to see him shuffling papers behind his desk. When he looks up, his eyes goes wide and he cringes.

“What the fuck happened to you?” he frowns and I plop down on the hard ass seat, throw my head back, and sling my arm over my face, depressed.

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