Chapter 25

When our mouths are aching after all the kisses, we take a break but stay in the same position. Frankie plays another episode of the show.

“They are all terrible,” I mutter, but my insults have lost all their bite. My entire focus is on his palm stroking my back and his bare chest against my cheek.

“I’d like to see you try to bake that in the ridiculously short time they’re allotted. Besides, the networks always choose the clips of the worst performers. It makes for better TV.”

During the fourth episode, I get sleepy. I haven’t been this relaxed in ages and the steady rise and fall of Frankie’s chest and the rhythmic stroking of my back are hypnotizing. I could fall asleep here.

“Should we move this wild party to the bed?” Frankie asks.

“Yeah.”

Neither of us makes a move to get up, but when the episode ends, he turns off the TV.