Looking for a good time? So is Frankie.
“Can we take a trip over to the club,” I asked Frankie as he scrubbed himself in the shower.
He peeked his head around the curtain. Shampoo dripped down his forehead. “If ya don’t think Lucas’ll be pissed.”
“I think we’ll be fine.” He rinsed, turned off the water and stepped out. “A little warning would be nice,” I said turning bright red.
“Yer the one standin’ in here while I’m showerin’. If I didn’t know better, I’d think ya wanted to see me naked again.”
“Actually, it’s just that I miss Jackson and I don’t like being alone.”
“He still ain’t back yet?” I shook my head, on the verge of tears. “He will be. He’s been wit ya this long. He’s not the type ta just walk away.” He planted a kiss on top of my head and hugged me.
“You’re still naked and this is weird.”