Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Fiona tossed her tablet aside and ripped open a bag of chips. She didn't bother listening to Jasmine's endless chatter; it was all just hot air and not worth taking seriously.

Just as Jasmine was about to spill the juicy details, Fiona heard the bathroom door creak open. She perked up, quickly ended the video call, and carried on munching her chips like nothing happened.

Still, Jasmine's last suggestion left Fiona with a tiny itch to give it a shot.

Jackson walked out of the bathroom, his face all serious. As he looked up, there was Fiona, lounging on the bed in a way that was anything but innocent, her dress hitched up just enough to flaunt her smooth, pale thighs.

Propped up on one elbow, Fiona called out with a playful lilt, “Jackson~"

Jackson caught her drift immediately, but he wasn't about to play along. His face just got more serious. “Jackson~ how much longer am I supposed to wait?"

bottle of cold water, and chugged it down before

was at a

an idiot for buying into Jasmine's advice and trying it out, only to be met with Jackson's poker face. It was

it came to picking up on her

was still holding out. What was he

up on the bed. She shot Jackson a look that could kill, then turned

to hear his manhood questioned, especially by the woman he loves. Jackson was no different He pulled Fiona closer, a flicker of desire in his eyes, but it was quickly smothered by self-control, and his face

breathing loud in the quiet room, and the

apart, Fiona looped her arms around Jackson's neck and kissed

up in each other for