Page 51 of My Turn Petal
I start laughing to myself, knowing it’s me and Frankie’s inside joke. Yet with Nick, I don’t believe him—he is unpredictable and he also loves to brag about that fact because he thinks it’s cool, it is, but not everyone will like that.
“Just so you’d know women go ape-shit for these things, in a good way.” He remarks.
My phone starts ringing, I pull it out of my duffel bag, and Frankie’s name crosses the screen.
“Hey,” I answer.
“Happy birthday!” her cheerful voice booms from the other end.
Nick pretends to dance and kiss with the stagnant air. That’s the most exercise I’ve seen him doing so far.
“Thank you,” I laugh, signaling Nick to quit it.
Something falls from her side of the line and it echoes before she says, “Sorry for that, I’m making you a birthday cake, can I see you later?”
For two birthdays she made me a cake and I have been grateful for each, no way am I going to miss number three, “Absolutely.”
“Great! Then I will continue to work here.” She curses when something else falls. “Bye for now.”
“Bye, be careful.” I hang up the call.
“Happy birthday to you…” her seductive eyes stare at me, challenging me into something I’ve yet discovered. “Blow off the candles, birthday boy.”
I don’t know if the images in my head, are the same as hers.
I make a tiny wish and blow out the candles, watching the lights extinguish and the smoke fades away.
The pungent smell of the smoke surrounds us as Frankie gives me a slice of cake she baked for me. It’s the second birthday she does it and I am beyond grateful.
“Tell me how it tastes.” She jumps in place.
I glide my spoon through the soft and smooth texture of the cake and I take a bite.
It’s fucking delicious.
“Tastes better than last year.”
I grab my duffel bag, pat on Nick’s shoulder, and say, “Let’s go for a ride.”
Frankie
Wearinghissilverwatch,“Hurry up, petal. We don’t want to be late.” Theo says as he approaches me.
I stand in front of the tall mirror at the entrance of my apartment, coating my lips in bright red, loving the contrast between the shade and my eye color.
“You look stunning.” He plants his tented pantsuit in my ass, “The things I want to do to you, mmm.” His sexy low growl in my ear, and it strikes my clit in mere seconds. If stroking a clit with a voice is a thing that is how you do it.
There’s nothing I want more than to unlock myself for him.
An insignificant part tells me we will continue this arrangement, but a different voice chants in my ear, that he would probably get tired after a few more times and call it quits.
Yet he keeps proving to me he’s here for a full term, not a semester like the ones before him.
Searching between the products in my hand for a piece of tissue to fix my lipstick, of course, I forgot to bring one.
Theo’s reflection assesses me through the mirror, he curls the edge of his mouth seductively. “I can help you with that.”
“You can help with many things.” I quickly respond.
