Page 13 of Summer Breakdown
“Do you want to go out with me tomorrow?” Jasmine asks.
Frankie blinks rapidly. “What?” Her eyes are wide, and Jasmine is sure she moves back a bit. Not the reaction she wanted, but it’s not the end of the world. She could say never mind, but she’s learning that asking for things she wants won’t kill her. Sometimes, it gets her what she wants.
“I have to plan things around schooltime, but, if you wanted to get lunch with me or something, let me know.”
“Tomorrow?”
Jasmine pulls her lip between her teeth. “Yeah. Or another day.”
“Tomorrow,” Frankie repeats, but it’s not a question this time. “Yeah. Tomorrow. Or, you know, we could have breakfast.”
Jasmine smiles, and Frankie matches her.
“Breakfast sounds nice.” The sparkle in Frankie’s eye is back, and Jasmine is ecstatic. She wonders if she could ask Frankie to wash her hands with her. Would it ruin the moment? Perhaps.
Frankie touches Jasmine’s lips with her own, and Jasmine smiles.
“What are you thinking about?” Frankie asks.
“You.”
Frankie hums, moving closer. “Fibber, but I’ll let you get away with it if you want.”
“If I want?”
“Mm-hmm. You can tell me what’s on your mind, or you can kiss me. I don’t mind which.”
“You don’t?” Jasmine asks, placing her glass on the side. Frankie mirrors her.
“Well, actually,” Frankie says, with a small laugh, “I really wanna know what you were thinking, but the idea of choosing anything that’s not kissing you seems insane.”
Jasmine hums and runs her finger down the side of Frankie’s neck until it hits her collar, then pulls her towards her. “That’s sexy.”
“Yeah?” Frankie asks, her hands against Jasmine’s hips. She pushes her backwards until her back touches the edge of the worktop.
Jasmine smiles, leaning in. “Now we have to think about how badly I wanna fuck you, while I tell you my life traumas.”
Frankie laughs—a head thrown back, can’t hide her smile kind of laugh. It turns Jasmine’s brain inside out.
“Fuck,” Jasmine whispers, her hand lightly against Frankie’s jaw. “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding that from me this entire evening.”
Frankie moves towards her, the small amount of moonlight illuminating the light in her eyes. She’s dangerously attractive. She could ask Jasmine for anything, do anything, be anything. If she looked at her with only disgust in her eyes and told her to get on her knees and pull out her heart, Jasmine would think about it. She’d say no, but she’d think about it for the longest time.
Frankie leans in quickly, her lips against Jasmine’s before she can move. It doesn’t matter; Jasmine was only going to kiss her too. Frankie’s tongue is light, but she uses it spectacularly until Jasmine moans down her throat. Her hands don’t stay in any position for long, and part of Jasmine’s brain capacity is taken up by following them around her body. Her fingertips are tight against her hips, then light when they travel to her shoulder blades. She’s so intentional with her movements that Jasmine clenches her thighs together.
Then, as if she noticed, Frankie’s hands are against her thighs, and she lifts her with ease onto the kitchen counter.
“Okay,” Frankie pants. “Start with birth.”
Jasmine takes a moment to gather her thoughts and realises Frankie is joking. “You’re so—”
Frankie hums, and Jasmine wonders if she’s standing on her tiptoes to kiss her right now. Lani would say Frankie is two apples tall because she’s the cutest. Jasmine wonders if it would make Frankie laugh.
“So what?” Frankie asks.
“Spectacular,” Jasmine whispers, her eyes glancing across her face. It’s the only word for her. Frankie’s mouth falls into a pretty O. She’s thinking again. Jasmine likes how obvious she is with her expressions, even if it’s not on purpose. She doesn’t mind the work of figuring it out.
God, she’s so unreasonably excited to have her first time with someone she likes. Sleeping with Mike was born out of desperation. Jasmine never thought she’d get a do-over. But Frankie touches her like she wants to. She looks at her like she might never stop. Jasmine is almost hopping with excitement.
