Page 72 of Summer Breakdown
“Come out,” Jasmine says, as she turns around. Frankie follows her because she has no desire to say no to her. By the time Frankie gets out of her office, she’s out of the loop again.
“Are you asking me for a threesome?” Jasmine asks. “It’s eleven a.m. on a Thursday!”
Mali blushes. “What? No! I mean—huh. Well, I wasn’t. You might be too hot. I’d be jealous the whole time. Unless you were touching me, I guess.” Mali is so matter-of-fact about it. Frankie thinks about Jasmine touching Mali, and it fries the neurons in her brain for a moment. The idea of the two of them floats in her head. It should be hot. It should be something she actively thinks about in the shower, but she doesn’t want anyone else to touch Jasmine. She doesn’t want anyone else to find out if their fingers fit between her ribs. She doesn’t want anyone to know how she rolls her neck if they lick up her throat.
“Have you seen the way Zach looks at you? I’d be surprised if he let anyone else in there anyway.”
Mali smiles. “I’m going to ask him.”
Jasmine laughs. “What do you want help with?”
“You bought a strap-on, right?” Mali asks.Holy shit.Frankie looks at Jasmine a beat too long. Imagines what she’d look like with the strap Frankie has. Maybe she’d want to use it on Frankie. Maybe she’d let her use it on her.
Jasmine blushes. “I didn’t do any research; it was an impulse buy. Frank, you help her,” Jasmine says. Frankie swallows, then turns to Mali’s phone and finds one that looks suitable for a first-timer. A message from Bright takes up her phone screen, and Mali sighs, shoving it away.
“That one,” Frankie says.
Mali smiles. “Sweet. Thanks!”
“Sure.”
Jasmine riffles through her bag and pulls out a compact and lipliner.
“New colour?” Mali asks, then groans again. “Do you think Bright is flirting with me?” Frankie frowns. Lord knows. For half a second she thought Jasmine was flirting with her but alas, she has not been kissed. There’s been no love declaration. Frankie doesn’t even have a ring on her finger.
“Not a new colour. The strap conversation reminded me I ran out of time to do it this morning, and yes, Bright is flirting with you,” Jasmine replies.
Mali frowns, then her eyes widen, and she smirks. “Why did you run out of time?” She gasps. “Did you go out with Red again? Did she spend the night? Tell me she spent the night.”
Oh.Frankie’s heart drops to her feet and then some. She truly might die right here as she watches Jasmine line her lips. Something she thinks people must have felt when they watched Michelangelo paint the Sistine Chapel.
“No times two,” Jasmine replies. She runs her finger along her bottom lip. Frankie wants her to touch her like that—with her fingers lightly against her face. “I bought that toy you suggested. It should come with a health warning.”
Frankie’s jaw clenches as she desperately tries not to think about Jasmine getting herself off mere fucking hours ago. It doesn’t work. The image of her is in every part of her brain. Fuck, she can’t believe she’s never properly heard her. She doesn’t know what she looks like when she comes. It’s all imaginary, and Frankie knows her brain isn’t doing it justice.
Mali laughs. “I did pre-warn you!”
Jasmine hums. “I almost died.”
“It’s good, right?”
Jasmine runs her tongue along her teeth. “It’s intense. But it is the first orgasm I’ve had that technically, if you squintand lie to make me feel better, wasn’t because of my hand in, like, a decade.”
Frankie fucked up. Jasmine said she forgave her, but it makes Frankie feels sick all the same. And not only did she leave, but she also made it so Jasmine doesn’t want to touch anyone else.
Mali hums. “What was wrong with Red?” She frowns at her phone again.
Frankie wants to ask her what’s wrong, but she thinks if she speaks, she’ll ask Jasmine to show her what she did this morning.
Jasmine shrugs. “Nothing. I’m not into her. Why are you frowning?”
“I don’t know how to tell if Bright is flirting with me. I keep dropping Zach into the conversation, and my entire feed is his face. I want to tell him it makes me uncomfortable, but what if he’s just being friendly?”
“He can make you uncomfortable even if it’s just friendly” Jasmine says. “Though, Bright is a heavy flirt. Get Zach to talk to him.”
The office door opens, and Frankie frowns. It’s nice in here right now, even if her body is thumping like a horny teenager’s with the image of Jasmine getting herself off. She doesn’t want it to be ruined by men. Alas, she does have a rugby club.
“Talk to who about what?” Zach asks, placing the drinks down. Kai strolls in after him.
