Page 104 of Knot for Me
“Sorry.” He grimaces. “Er, thanks.”
“Well it’s too late now,” I snap, then take a deep breath. I’m not going to yell at Frank for being humble. Or at least, I’m not going to yell at him anymore than I already have.
He bites his lip to keep from laughing. I scoff and chuckle, glancing away from him. I am being ridiculous.
“I need chocolate.”
“Didn’t you just eat”—I glare at him—“I mean, I think Lucas stashed some in the pantry for you.”
“Never shame a woman for snacks, Frank. Your little lady friend is lucky you have me around.”
“She’s not my friend.”
“Oh, so she’s your fuck buddy?”
“Isn’t buddy technically the same as friend?”
I tip my head back and forth. “Eh, I guess so. Don’t change the subject. Are you or are you not getting laid?”
It should be embarrassing how invested I am in Frank having a relationship, but hey, if I can’t have one of my own, I have to live vicariously through him and Amelie.
Scrubbing his hand over his face, Frank mutters something about hormones then nods. “Yeah, Reagan. I’m having fun.”
“Is that what they’re calling it nowadays?” I waggle my eyebrows and back toward the kitchen, mind half on the chocolate he mentioned.
“Have a good day, Reagan.” He adopts his far-off look where he ices me out and goes full-on robot bodyguard.
“You too, Frankie. No dick pics, mmkay? No one likes unsolicited dick pics.”
His lips twitch ever so slightly, but he’s in full work mode. Whatever, there’s chocolate calling my name.
* * *
Fake candles, tiny light strings, and two lava lamps. Amelie is a goddess. We plug in the lights and turn on the candles. I squeal and turn off the overhead lights, clapping when a soft yellow and gold glow fills the closet.
“Thank you so much.” I spin and throw myself into her arms, tears streaming down my face.
She awkwardly pats me. “There, there.”
I giggle and lean back to look at her. “You’re the best, seriously.”
Studying my grin, she makes a funny face. “Your hormones are giving me whiplash, woman.”
“Me too,” I say, going to grab a tissue to blow my nose. “Why am I crying?” I laugh and look at my watery eyes. “It’s like when you see those sad dog commercials, you know?”
“Uh, no.” Amelie comes to stand next to me in front of the mirror, fixing her eyeliner. “I thought you were happy? Aren’t those ads depressing as fuck?”
“Yeah, but one minute you’re fine watchingTrue Murder Junkiesand the next those poor animals come on and you’re bawling and eating a tub of ice cream.”
“Can’t say I’ve ever done that,” she mutters under her breath.
My stomach grumbles, and I appraise my face, pinching my cheeks to make them a little rosy. Something sweet sounds so good. Chocolate maybe? No… “Oh! We should go get some ice cream.”
“If you weren’t an omega, I’d be worried about you, but considering you won’t really want to eat a full meal during your heat, I’ll indulge your bad behavior. Chocolate or vanilla with chocolate sauce?”
“Is that even a question? Chocolate sauce, always.”
“I’m more of a chocolate kind of girl myself.”
