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?"

vivid images in his mind of Fiona's tempting display. He took a deep breath, grabbed a bottle of cold water, and chugged it down before facing her.

a loss for

for buying into Jasmine's advice and trying it out, only to be

seriously dense when it came to picking

Jackson was still holding out. What was he waiting for,

that could kill, then turned away with a huff,

the woman he loves. Jackson was no different He pulled Fiona closer, a flicker of

closeness made Fiona's breathing loud in the quiet room, and the tension

inches apart, Fiona looped her arms around

up in each other for a while,