Page 44 of Love You A Latte

Meanwhile, Frankie drives themselves crazy doing nothing while I’m gone, apart from texting me constantly. I’ve learned not to check my phone during meetings, since half the time they’re sending suggestive pictures, bordering on nudes. I try to tell them to relax, but I don’t think they understand the meaning of the word. Their enthusiasm whenever I get home is infectious, their presence bordering on addictive. I already can’t imagine my life without them in it.

When I’m working from home, Frankie does everything in their power to distract me, and I don’t hate it. I swear they get sexier every time I come back from the office. Their curls get messier, their hazel eyes brighter, their forearms more stark, their tattoos more striking, their smile more dangerous. I end up working the oddest hours, because somehow I keep losing all my clothes in the middle of the day.

And I don’t utter one peep of protest, because I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“What if you were naked when I got home from work?” I say.

Frankie laughs. “Well, if it wasn’t Friday, I’d do it. Kinda pissed I didn’t think of that actually. Lucky for us though, you don’t have to work tomorrow.”

I kiss their bare shoulder.

“Lucky,” I murmur, pressing a smile against their skin.

That’s definitely true. I’m the luckiest woman alive.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

FRANKIE

Addison has more energy than should be legal for any single person to possess. Especially considering she’s not a morning person, and it’s seven a.m. If someone had told me she’d be up this early on a Saturday—and happy about it—I’d have laughed in their face, but here we are.

She’s hopping on one foot as she attempts to tug a sock onto her foot with a toothbrush in her mouth and her hair already pulled back into a pair of neat french braids.

“Are you already ready?” she yells.

“Yes,” I grumble, but it’s a lie. It’s all a lie. I’ll never be ready for her, and I’m smiling, not the least bit annoyed at waiting on her. I’m constantly smiling around this woman, it’s insane.

“No, you’re not!”

Addison moves the toothbrush to the other side of her mouth as she bounces over to me, only one sock on. I raise an eyebrow and try not to laugh. She has no room to talk.

“You said you’d wear the sparkles,” she says, toothbrush bobbing around her garbled words.

“Ah, that,” I say, biting my cheek to hold in a smile. “I don’t know how to put them on, figured maybe you’d want to help?”

I’m sure I could figure it out. How hard can it be to attach some sticky gems to my face? Addison beams though and her blue eyes light up. She starts to brush herteeth in earnest with one hand while grabbing my wrist with the other. I link our fingers together instead as she drags me to her vanity and pushes me down into the seat.

She disappears and I hear her spit into the sink, then she returns, fanning out a variety of designs in front of me.

“Which do you like?”

I try not to cringe. I’m not really the super colorful, rainbow, hippie type, and these are all more than I’d ever choose to wear myself. They’ll look magical on her, though.

“Uhh, which are you wearing?”

Addison hums in thought, flipping through them before pulling out a design of pink, purple, and blue sparkles that will go under each eye, high on the outside of her cheekbones. She holds it up next to her face and grins.

“Yeah, this one for me.”

“Alright, I’ll have the same, but rainbow.”

Somehow, her grin gets even wider.

“You want to match me?”

I snag her waist and pull her down into my lap.

“Of course I want to match you. Can’t have anyone thinking I haven’t snatched you up yet.”

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