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“Sh-shame on me?” I raise a brow, and he kisses it before placing a kiss on my lips.

“Yes, Little Baby, shame on you for driving me this fucking crazy.” He watches me, and my breath catches in my throat, as I bite my lip and lean into him, hugging him tight…

“You’re so silly, you know that?” I mumble against his neck and he rubs my back, kissing my shoulder.

“Only for you, my Little baby.” He carries me off and I’m giddy like a mother fucker.God… I really do love him.

The kitchen is warm with a soft light pouring in from the gorgeous garden as well as the hum of SZA and Kendrick’sLutherplaying in the background, the scent of sautéed garlic and honey-glazed vegetables swirling in the air.

There’s a half-chopped bundle of Bok choy on the cutting board, some grilled salmon resting on lemon slices, and Frank, barefoot, shirtless, and annoyingly competent, moving around like Gordon Ramsay is out to get him.

And all I can do it watch as I’m curled on the counter, legs swinging, hoodie too big, braids spilling over my shoulder, feeling like a pretty, dainty ass trophy wife.

“Here, taste this!” He comes over and I open my mouth. My eyes light up, humming as the flavor pops the fuckowfin my mouth, sweet, earthy, a little spicy.

“Mmmmm, that’s delicious!”

“Really?!” His whole face lights up like I’d handed him a prize or something, and I can practically see cute little white cat ears and a tail popping out like in those cute other world manga’s.Yup, Frank would definitely be a Siberian cat. Awww, I want him to cosplay as one soon!

“Yes really, baby! It’s delicious!” I grin, swaying to SZA as he shuffles off to the stove, pan in one hand, seasoning with the other.

“Yay!” he happily bounces on his heel and I place my hand over my mouth, picturing a white fluffy cat tail swishing around.

“Baby, I?—”

“Do you need something?!” he perks up and I chuckle.

“What? No, I was only going to ask how did you learn how to cook? But for the record, if I did, I could get it myself,” I giggle and his face falls. “What are you making that face for, Frank?” I groan and he pouts.

“Because Ilikedoing things for you, Little Baby. I like making you happy and seeing you smile, so when you ask me for things…I don’t know, it just…” he trails off as his cheeks go red and my mouth pops open.Is he blushing?!

“Awww, you’re so freaking cute!” I hold my hands out and he runs over, taking off his mitts and falling right into place between my legs and in my arms, resting his head on my chest, sighing.

When I look down and see the way he’s watching me, I clamp up. Franks cocky smile isn’t there. Instead, it’s replaced with something quieter… warmer, and for some reason, I’m shy, especially when he pulls away and leans on both hands on the counter, caging me in without touching me.

“Wh-what?” I whisper, licking my lips and he follows the motion with his eyes before looking back into my eyes and I am sucked into his gaze.Lord!

“I’m serious though, Little Baby,” he murmurs, voice dropping into something that brushes down my spine. “I love doing things for you. I Love spoiling you. Jessica,I REALLYloveyou. I meant every word on the plane.”

I blink, heart seizing… but he doesn’t stop even as he leans in closer, placing a kiss on my cheek.

“I mean it, Jessica. Not in some dumb, ‘I like hanging out with you’ way. Not in a, ‘we’re cute’ way. Or even friends with benefits. I’m talking can’t sleep without you, would burn everything down for you kind of love.You are my everything.”

The words settle over me heavy and soft at the same time. I blink, tears welling up in my eyes and before I can do anything, they fall and his pupils dilate and he panics.

“Frank…” I breathe, cheeks heating.

“D-did I say something wrong?!” His eyes flare as he grabs a tissue from the counter, holding up my face and dabbing my eyes before he folds it and holds it up to my nose. “Blow,” he whispers caringly and I do, but more tears come.

He lifts me off the counter and hold me as I cry like a baby in his arms. I can’t even tell him how much I love him because of the tears. He rocks me, kissing my face before he pulls back and tucks a stray braid behind my ear, holding my face, frowning sweetly.

“You don’t even know how much you mean to me yet, but you will.” I feel the blush creep down my neck, my heart stuttering in my chest.

“ I… I love you t-too, I’m s-sorry f-for last time.” I whisper, trying to hide behind my hoodie sleeve and he grins like I’ve handed him the world.

“Thank you Little Baby,” he smiles and I just cry harder because is love supposed to be this sweet?

“No, I hurt you… I’m sorry Frank,” I tell him genuinely and he looks at me with all the love in the world.