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Archie & Frankie do the Prom
I accepted it and added it to the calendar. So, not only did I need a homecoming dress, I’d need one for prom, too. Maybe I could find one that I could use for both.
Archie:So dinner, then coffee and a walk around the lake, that’s the plan?
That’s the plan, I sent him.Now I gotta get dressed because school.
Archie:You realize it’s killing me not 2 ask if you’re naked texting me right now.
Then I won’t tell you yes. I don’t want you to die.
Archie:…
Archie:…
Archie:Pictures or it didn’t happen.
I laughed.
Dream on, I sent.See you at school.
It took me a couple of minutes to find a shirt that would definitely cover Jake’s hickey and I’d let my hair cover Coop’s. By the time I laced up my shoes, I was running a little late. The cats had been fed.
“I’ll get the litter box right after school, guys, I promise.” Hopefully, Archie wouldn’t mind waiting a couple of extra minutes. Backpack in the chair, I’d just opened the fridge when there was a knock at the kitchen door.
Coop had apparently come to get me. I opened the door to his grin. “Hey, I thought you might need a hand with dessert.”
“Thank you.” But before I could open the fridge, he slid inside and then I was against the fridge and he kissed me. I’d never been so glad to have brushed my teeth before. Spearmint for the win, though Coop had definitely had some coffee.
When he lifted his head, I stared at his wet lips and then had to lick mine. “Good morning.”
“It definitely is now,” he said, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “And I kind of had to make sure my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, I’m not saying you aren’t the best wet dream ever, but I really didn’t want it to be a dream.”
Lifting my hair up, I turned to show him the hickey. “Definitely not a dream.”
His grin widened and he traced a finger against the side of my throat. When I let my hair down, he dropped his hand. Meeting his gaze, I nudged him back and then got the fridge open.
As I lifted the dessert out, his eyes grew large. “What do they call that again?”
“Opera cake.”
“What are the chances there will be any left after your French class?”
“Want me to try and steal you a slice?”
“Yes,” he said. “I’d like you to steal me the whole thing.”
“Sorry. The next time I have to make a complicated and fancy dessert…”
“My birthday’s coming…”
I knew that.
“And I was thinking, I know you’ve kind of got set nights for the other guys, but the Saturday night the week of my birthday?”
