I'd Rather Not Miss Out On Us

*Jess’s POV*
He looks me up and down, and I remember that I’m naked. I blush softly but he sits on the edge of the tub, also naked, and turns on the water, waiting for it to get hot before stepping in.
I’m frozen. We’re acting like a couple. It’s so weird, but also so amazing. He giggles and nods his head back, and holds out his hands, a gesture for me to join him. I take a step, grab his hand and step into the shower. He closes the curtain and starts the shower.
I’m brought to shock at the hot water rushing down my skin. I could have sworn it was the best feeling ever until two hands grab my face and my lips are pressed against someone else’s. The kiss is passionate, and hard. Our lips continue to move together, and I get brave. I run my tongue along his bottom lip and he immediately gives me access. We stand there, letting our hands wonder down each other’s torso while our tongues battle for dominance.
He breaks away, and bends down for a bottle of shampoo. He takes my hand and squirts some in my palm, and I get an idea and reach my hand behind his head as I lather it in his tangled hair. He smirks and pulls me to his lips again. I hear him put shampoo in his hands and feel his hands tangle with my hands.
And we stand there making out, washing each other’s hair. Completely normal stuff.
The shower continues like this, us washing each other, tickling, and kissing. We get out, he hands me a towel and we walk back into the room.
I can’t stand the thought of putting dirty underwear on, so I just go straight for the shorts, shuffle them on. I bend down to grab my crop top when I hear that loud “EH” noise that a mother makes to stop there child from breaking something. I look over at Frank and suddenly a piece of fabric blocks him from my eyes. I remove it from my head, too see it’s a shirt.
He wants me to wear his shirt. I blush, probably too much. It’s just a navy t-shirt, but it smells like him. I slide it over my head on to my body. It’s slightly big, but looks good from what I can tell.
I look up to ask why and thank him, but when I do, he’s smiling at me, and slightly blushing.
“You look good in my clothes.”
I blush and smile in reply before asking, “Why can’t I wear my own shirt, though?”
“It’s okay for a show, a Friday night, a party, a bar, a date. But showing up in that shirt to a breakfast joint at 9 in the morning will make you look like a slut, and I’m going to look like a pimp or a man slut. I rather just avoid that.” He speaks so fluently, his voice lingers in my ears. It’s not sexy, or cute, it’s just beautiful.
“And showing up in a guy’s shirt, with a guy, won’t look bad either?” I challenge him.
“It can look bad, but most people will just think we’re a couple. What guy would give out his shirt to just a hook-up?” He shrugs.
“Well…” I look down. I need to say it, but I’m scared. “Aren’t you?”
He walks over to me, a soft smile on his lips, his eyes shining hazel. I get lost in them until there barely inches from mine. He cups my cheek, and I let out an involuntary hum at the warmth.
“Who say’s I want you to be just a hook-up? You’re so insecure about this. Please, stop. You have no reason to be.”
I blush to a bright crimson.What is he trying to say? Is he serious?
I think Frank likes me. A lot.
I play with my fingers refusing to look at Frank until my cheeks cool down.
“Please, stop.” Franks says in a low tone.
I look up, furrowing my eyebrows. Fuck. Day now ruined.
“You’re being cute, and the red in your cheeks combined with my shirt draped over your body just makes it worst, so if you could please stop being the most adorable damned thing I’ve ever seen so I can focus on life, I’d appreciate it.”
I can’t help it, my cheeks turn to a fire truck and I run and jump into Frank’s arms and wrap my legs around him. “Oh, sorry, was that too cute, too?” I smirk and press a hard kiss to his lips which he immediately returns.
“You’re killing me, babe.” He says smoothly with a slight laugh as he puts me down.
Babe? Did he just call me that? BABE. OH MY GOD.
“C’mon, let’s go get your waffles.” He gestures to the door and we walk out.

*Frank’s POV*
Oh, man. Frank, what are you doing? I’m not being myself. I would have never had sex with a girl that I just met. But then again, I don’t know that. I’ve been with Jamia since high school. I never got to experience this kind of shit.
There’s just something about her. I can’t put my finger on it. What was that? I look down, her hand bumped mine. That’s no big deal, it was probably an accident. Shit, should I hold her hand? Frank, what do you want from this? You say she’s different, but could something happen? Y’all are from separate sides of the damn country.She’s being silent, she looks shy. She wants me to do something. Okay, go for it. No fucks given today. Well, actually, one fuck was given. And it was great. I move my hand over to hers and glide her hand in mine and intertwine our fingers.
This feel nice. I can’t remember the last time I held Jamia’s hand. We didn’t act like a couple for months before she told me her wish.
We get into the elevator, staying connected. She seems more comfortable. I decide to speak up.
“Do you wanna walk, or hop in my car?”
“Normally, I’d be up for walking, but it’s bright, and I don’t have shades.” She speaks up nervously laughing herself off.
“Car it is.” I smile.
I lead her to the parking garage, open her door, close it, walk to my side, get in, start the car, back up, grab Jess’s hand, and drive out onto the street.
Wait, I grabbed her hand. I don’t remember thinking about that. Maybe it’s just because I miss having a hand to hold. It’s comforting. Yeah, I just miss the sensation. That’s it. That has to be it.

Notes

I really like the next few chapters.
The story will speed up and get more dramatic and shit after about chapter 12. I had to get all the basics down and the relationship between Frank and Jess kicked off well.
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