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Everybody knew that Frank had an appetite. He would eat almost anything anybody set in front of him if he was hungry enough and, most of the time he was. But, when it came to Hazel's appetite well, let's just say that she had a craving for something else.

Frank doesn't know when it started, or even when it started for that matter, he just knows that it's recently been getting out of control, especially last Saturday.

"Hazel," Frank said, or at least, tried to say as Hazel cut him off with a kiss so passionate it made him see stars.

"Shh," she told him. She took off his shirt and pushed him on the bed, climbing on top of him. She pinned him down and kissed him from under his jawline all the way to his collarbone.

Things normally never got farther than this so Frank never complained. But tonight, something was different. The way Hazel moved seemed strange. It wasn't a bad strange, it was just something Frank hadn't seen from her before.

"Wait, we have to-"Frank cut himself off as Hazel took off her shirt. Frank, in the four years they had lived together, had never seen Hazel shirtless. She was supposedly "too shy" about the way she looked but, Frank couldn't see why. Her body was toned perfectly and her skin was a perfect caramel. You could see faint scars from her previous battles, but Frank thought they looked wonderful.

"What did we have to do again?" Hazel asked as she nibbled on his ear.

"Uhh," Frank was at a loss for words. The feeling in the pit of his stomach was amazing. He didn't want her to stop! But when Hazel's hands went to the button on his pants, he knew he had to.

"Hazel, don't." He grabbed her wrist and gently pushed her away.

"Is- did I do something wrong?" she asked. She sounded genuinely hurt and that killed Frank, but he knew they would have to talk about this, and it seemed like now was the time.

"I thought we were going to wait until we were married," He said, looking at the ground. When he had turned eighteen and Hazel turned fifteen, they agreed to wait on… making love until they were married. Seven years later, they had stuck to that promise but, Frank couldn't see why Hazel seemed to change her mind.

"So did I," Hazel admitted. She was looking at the floor, refusing to meet his eyes. "I just feel something in the pit of my stomach. It's like I'm hungry, but not for food. I want this, I want you." she looked at Frank with puppy eyes that his him right in the gut. "But when you push me away, I feel as though you don't want me the same way I want you."

"Hazel," he sighed. He took her hand and pulled her into his lap. Hazel put her head on his shoulder. "Of course I want you."

"You do?" she sniffed.

"Duh! It's not that I don't want to go all the way, I just want you to be sure. We always said that we would wait until we were married, so I feel like it would be more special like that."

Hazel looked at him and kissed the tip of his nose. "You're right," she said. "We should wait."

Frank nodded and leaned over to pick up her shirt. "Here, you're going to need this."

"Why?" Hazel said. She looked confused.

"Well, I was thinking we could go out for some burgers. I'm pretty hungry."

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