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Wanting was something Mel was all too familiar with.
Mel always learned it’s better to want than allow herself to to be selfish just a tiny fraction of the time. She’s never been a selfish person. There wasn’t a bone in her body that would allow her to be.
Until Frank Langdon came into her life and reemerged that summer in July.
Mel couldn’t help herself.
How could she when Frank allowed her to want. Allowed it with open arms.
A part of Mel wishes he didn’t because the more he allowed her to crawl inside and take what she wanted the harder it would be to pull away. Mel didn’t want to overstay her welcome considering Frank wasn’t even hers to have.
There’s a glistening gold band wrapped around his finger. A statement that told Mel, Frank wasn’t hers. She could want him all she wants but at the end of the day he’d be going home to his wife and their two kids.
Mel and Frank were just friends.
Friends who so happened to occasionally find themselves pressed up against each other, warm mouths sucking in every single breath. Hungry for one another like they’ve never been before. Once they got the first taste neither of them could stop. It’s an insatiable craving that claws at their stomach waiting to be fed, needing to be. It’s like they’ve been starving for a long time.
The band of his ring pressed against her hip as Mel licked into his mouth, holding his left hand in place so it pressed harder into the skin. She’s sure with how hard she was holding his hand against her hip the engraving on the ring would be right there. A reminder of why they shouldn’t be doing this.
We shouldn’t be doing this. A sentiment that was spoken one too many times. But it’s like there’s a magnet between them pulling them together. The more they shouldn’t be doing what they’re currently doing. The harder it became to resist the urge. An invisible string was pulling taunt between threatening to snap.
“I want to be good,” Frank had said to Mel, refusing to meet her gaze that was trained on him. “I need to be. For them.” His voice barely comes out, face falling slack and eyes dulled like they always seemed to be nowadays. The spark that used to be there their first day working together disappeared, replaced by something Mel had been unable to read and was too afraid to ask about - unsure of what stage of friendship they were on. She wasn’t sure if he’d even answer her if she asked.
Mel understood this, putting a million miles of distance between them - which proved easy when they worked in a busy ER.
They didn’t hang out outside of work and Frank rarely pulled her on cases. They’d only worked together when it called for it.
They both were trying their damndest to make whatever it was brewing between them disappear. But it was a poor attempt. No matter how much distance she put between them they would always find a way back to one another. They could try all they wanted to avoid the gigantic elephant in the room.
And they did try. Just not hard enough.
Three months and six days. That’s how much he resisted. Tried to be the perfect husband and just a friend to Mel. It took a lot of restraint on Mel’s part too. She tried to be his friend. But with the want gnawing inside of her it was hard. She’s never wanting someone this bad. It was like a living breathing thing, alive, waiting to be fed. Along with the want burning inside of her laid a collection of what if’s that swarmed around her brain. There’s always been that fear that if she fed the want and got what she craved would she end up being selfish and wanting more? Mel and selfish weren’t words often used together. Sometimes she wants to be a little selfish and take what she wants.
And maybe God heard her prayers.
It’s nearly 12:30am when Mel hears the sound of someone knocking on her door and the repeated sound of her phone chiming with texts from said person.
Mel rubbed the sleep from her eyes, making her way down the hall and into her living room where the knocking continued.
She doesn’t bother looking through the peep hole, Frank stood on the other side out of breath.
He doesn’t say a word nor does he give Mel the chance to question why he was standing at her apartment door this late. Shock coursed through Mel when he surged forward, hands grabbing ahold of her face as he pressed his lips to hers. A gasp falls from her lips - either from his cold hands or the fact he’s standing in her doorway kissing her.
Before Mel’s able to acknowledge he’s kissing her, he’s already pulling away, rubbing at the back his neck as his face flushed in embarrassment turning even redder than his cheeks already were from the freezing cold.
“Fuck, I’m sorry Mel-,”
Mel doesn’t give him a chance to finish the sentence, swallowing the last couple syllables as she lunges forward, grabbing at the back of his neck and reattaching their lips.
“Frank.” She pants into his mouth, tugging him backwards until her back hits a wall. She couldn’t stand without a beam of support, her legs wobbily as she put everything into the kiss. Showing Frank just how much she wants this. How much she wants him. God She wants him more than anything in her entire twenty-nine years of living.
Gasping into the kiss, his hands grab at her waist, lifting up her shirt. Calloused hands grip at the patch of bare skin holding her so tight she’s sure she’d still remember it in the morning.
Frank takes her bottom lip between his teeth, canines biting but not applying enough pressure to hurt or break skin. Her stomach erupts in an unfamiliar feeling, wanting him to bite harder. Mel would let him. She’d let him kiss her raw, until her lips bled and couldn’t handle it anymore. She’d give him that.
Blinking the thought out of her mind, she tugs on the scruff of hair at the base of his neck. Smushing herself against Frank, the outline of his semi hardened cock presses into her the closer she brings herself towards him. She drags her knee against it gingerly, going back and forth. Earning a gruntled noise from Frank that sends vibrations down her throat right to her center. It makes her fervent, clawing so hard against his hair. She should be concerned about how hard she was pulling, but Frank didn’t seem to mind. His dick a very telling sign and the sounds he’s making every time she’d tug a little more are very strong indicators he doesn’t mind.
“Jesus, Mel,” He rasped, breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against hers. “That's all for you, I couldn't stop thinking about you,” He kisses her lips. “ You’re pretty much all I can think about.” He softly mumbled against them. Frank’s words seep into her bloodstream, so sweet it resembles a rush from eating too many sweet treats.
Mel can’t find her words, gaping at Frank, whose blue eyes were nothing but pupils looking back to her. She’s certain she matched him. Just looking at him like this made her out of breath. Hair rumbled from her fingers, lips red and slick with both of their spit. Crazy wasn’t a strong enough word to describe how he’s making her feel right now. There wasn’t a single word that could describe whatever This was.
“Did I say something wrong?” Frank questioned thumb tracing a pattern into her skin. His hands were still a bit cold and rough but Mel liked the sensation, she didn’t ever want him to stop touching her. And that fleeting thought scared her. Because she knows eventually this would have to end.
Mel shuts out the thought trying to peek its way through, focusing on right now and how Frank is looking at her like he could devour her whole. She’d let him.
Mel shakes her head, “No, just processing.”
Feeling a little bit of courage Mel removed one of her hands from around his neck, placing it between their bodies and dragging it down until she’s cupping him through his sweatpants.
“I’ve thought about you a lot, too,” She said, lips curving upwards. Squeezing her hand around the outline of his cock and running her thumb over the tip. Mel takes in his reaction, relishing at the way he stops moving and closes his eyes tight, biting down hard on his lip. Lips Mel wants on every part of her body.
She feels a sharp intake of his breath fanning against her shoulder as he lulls forward, taking every inch of whatever Mel’s giving. The smell of his cologne fills her nostrils with him this close. She squeezes him harder, nose pressing into the side of his head.
“Thought about me how?”
His breath is hot against her shoulder as he tries to control his breathing but can’t quite find the rhythm. Mel knows he’s fishing for an answer, wanting to hear the lewd thoughts she’d been having about him. The thoughts she tried to scrub from her mind but just lingered there with a low hum in the background. Lingered when he got too close and crowded her space or touched her.
She never went as far as getting herself off to the thought of him. She wanted to. But every time her fingers dipped into her underwear - coils of shame rolled in her stomach and she’d quickly remove them, turning flat on her side with her hands stuffed into the mattress willing away the want to make herself come apart thinking about him.
“You.” Is all she managed to get out, rubbing her hand up and down his clothed cock. Just feeling how hard he was ignites a fire in the pit of her stomach straight to her core. Oddly too her mouth waters, wondering insanely how she’d really love to give him a blow job. Something she’s never done before.
Frank’s teeth graze her shoulder, biting down on the skin then lapping his tongue over it.
“Tell me what you thought about.” He practically begged, lips still pressed to her shoulder.
Mel’s hand on his cock falters, as she heaves a breath. Frank pampers kisses from her shoulder to the side of her neck - this time making sure not to suck the skin between his teeth. Just feather light ones that still seem to be leaving traces on her. She’d remember the way his mouth felt against her for the rest of her life. His lips scorched into her skin. He might not have left any traces of himself but she’d always remember. Always.
“Your…mouth.” She found herself gasping out between ragged breaths.
Frank licks a strip up her throat, the pad of his tongue warm against her hot skin. Mel grabs ahold of his arm digging her nails into him.
“What was my mouth doing to you?” Her eyes are squeezed shut but she doesn’t miss the cockiness in his tone, she can almost hear the smirk.
Mel doesn’t reply, brain short circuiting when he latches onto her pulse point in her neck, taking the flesh between his teeth, his tongue lapping over the expanse of skin. God she wishes he’d just sink his teeth into her skin and leave indents behind. But he doesn’t.
“Sweetheart, you need to answer, so I can give you what you want.” He stops kissing her neck, staring down at her.
“Mhm…All over me..uh.. eating me out…making me feel…good.” She replied through moans watching the way his face morphs into something carnal. She fucking needs him badly.
Frank turns away from Mel - and Mel any other day would’ve been embarrassed by the needy whine that left her lips but right now all she can focus on is Frank. Who’s beckoning her to follow him. He places himself down on her couch, holding his gaze on Mel.
“C’mere,” He reaches out, spreading his legs open - an invitation for Mel. She follows, placing herself between them, letting Frank reach out for her. “God you’re so beautiful.” He said tugging Mel onto his lap, her legs straddling his thighs bracketing around him. To keep herself steady she puts her arms back around his shoulder - a bashful expression on her face at his words.
“So are you.”
Frank tucks a loose strand of hair behind Mel’s ear, hand lingering for a moment too long, his thumb grazing the side of her neck. Frank doesn’t reply back instead he cups her face in his hands pulling her into another kiss.
Mel would never get tired of kissing him.
The warmth of his hands traveling down the base of her spine and grabbing at her ass causes Mel’s breath to hitch. Mel kisses him harder, more intense than before, licking into his mouth.
She needs to look at him right now, so she pulls away from him but Frank doesn’t let her get far before taking her bottom between his teeth again.
Finally getting the chance to get a good look at him - his lips red and face flushed with color. His eyes never strayed away from her face, moving up and down taking her in the same way she was him. Was he mapping out every inch of her face like she was his? Would it be permanently etched into his mind - just like his face would be for her?
Mel shivered as his hands snake up her shirt, palm running down her back, driving her fucking insane. The band of his ring drags across her skin. And if Mel was a good person she would’ve stopped this right then and there, would’ve pulled away and sent him home to his wife where he belonged. But Mel can’t help herself. Not when he’s looking up at her and touching her in ways she only thought was possible in her dreams.
“I need you, so fucking bad.” He said softly, holding his eyes with hers. Mel’s breath stills in her throat.
I need you. Words she’d heard from him before but in different contexts.Not while she’s straddling him, that's for sure. The way he needs her pressing against her ass.
“How bad?” She said with a smirk, making a show of rubbing her ass against his hardened cock. Frank digs the palm of his hand into her spine, biting down his lip to stifle any sound. Mel does it again, cocking an eyebrow at him when he still holds his tongue. “Frank, I wanna hear you.” She leaned forward, whispering into the shell of his ear. Just to be more of a menace she sucks a kiss into the side of his neck below his ear, lapping her tongue over the area.
With one last roll of her hips Frank finally concedes - letting out a low moan as he pushes her further down against him.
Before she can grind against him again, he’s flipping their position laying Mel down into the cushions of the couch.
“Can I?” He questioned, fingers looped between the waistband of her shorts, waiting for Mel to give him an answer before tugging them down her legs.
Mel just nods hurriedly bringing her hips up for him to take off her shorts. Frank wasted no time, sliding them off her legs and throwing them to the floor. His fingertips trace at her underwear. The touch was gentle but every inch of her shivered in anticipation. Scorching heat roaring in the pit of her stomach.
“Frank.” She gasped out, raising her hips, wanting him to touch her instead of rubbing his hand back and forth like he was. She bites down on her lip, feeling him finally rub at her clit. She needs his hands on her desperately without the layers of clothes between them.
She gets her wish; Frank sliding her underwear to the side and dragging his index and middle finger between her folds. She can feel the way her legs are shaking just from being touched by him. She’s wanted this for so long. Wanted him.
“You’re so wet, baby.” He smirked, pulling his fingers back and sliding them into his mouth, Mel listened to the obscene slick sound it makes when he pulls them out of his mouth. Her eyes were glued to him watching him - watching every movement he makes.
“All..for…you.” She choked out, breathing staggered as he pulled down her underwear the rest of the way. The cold air hit her cunt briefly before Frank’s scorching hot hands were on her - tugging her down a bit so she was at the perfect angle.
Frank snakes a hand up the front of her shirt, squeezing her nipple between his index and thumb. His other hand rubs circles into her clit. Mel gripped the edge of the couch cushion, throwing her head back as Frank continued to circle her clit, rubbing up and down. He pulls the hand on her nipple back, lubricating his fingers by spitting on them then rolling her nipple between his fingers. It makes her wish it was his mouth instead. She wants his mouth on every part of her body. Giving him a taste of whatever he pleased.
“Frank, oh my god.” The loud high pitched whine falling from her throat shocks her system. She’s never been touched like this before - held with so much care and burning want. His fingers make her come apart in ways she never knew she could.
The hand she holds gripping the couch grabs his bicep, blunt nails digging into the flesh of his skin. She claws at him, begging him without words to add more pressure to her clit, to not be afraid to take what she’s giving him. She spreads her legs open as far as they could go without hurting herself.
“Does that feel good, baby?” Frank questioned, applying more pressure just like she had been begging him for. It makes her brain go fuzzy, every sound in the room disappears.
Mel doesn’t answer him, unable to get anything to come out except choked gasps of breath and his name said between shuddered moans. Her stomach flutters and she’s not sure from what - his fingers touching her or the way he called her baby. Might’ve been the combination of both. But Mel knows it’s driving her crazy.
Frank’s hands stop, “I need to hear you, Mel.” He said mimicking her exact words. Mel doesn’t miss the cocky smirk on his lips watching the way she squirms and begs for him to keep touching her.
“Frank.” She attempted to say his name in warning, but it came out more breathy and choked than she had planned.
“Did it feel good?” He asked again, bringing his hand back down, running it over her cunt taunting her. He knows it feels good for her. The wetness proof, but Frank needed to hear it for himself. She tries to buck her hips into his hand, but he holds her hips down to prevent her from getting what she wants.
“Yes! Yeah, mhm. feels so good.” She hurriedly nodded, pushing herself into his hand.
Frank leans up to capture her lips, mumbling against them he said, “Now was that so hard?”
‘Shut up.”
“I could put my mouth to some good use.” He leans back, sliding down the couch until his face was between her thighs. And holy fuck, did Mel enjoy the sight in front of her. “That's okay with you?” He asked. Before he’s even finishing his sentence Mel’s nodding fast, instantly threading her fingers into his hair. She can feel his breath against her as he lets out a low chuckle.
Frank kisses her inner thigh, trailing his kisses across the expanse until he’s where Mel wants him the most. And he doesn’t waste any time.
His mouth on her clit is a ten times different sensation than his fingers. And holy fuck did Mel like—Love it. Mel’s sure she’s probably gonna wake up to a noise complaint from her neighbors but she couldn’t care less. They’d have to understand - the guy she’s been dreaming about for months is in her living room eating her out - She couldn’t be quiet about that.
Mel pulls at his hair, trying her best to bite back the sounds she wants to make. Which makes him suck her clit a little harder, nails clumping up his hair and pulling hard. He’s enjoying this, knowing his mouth alone is just getting her this riled up.
“Don’t be afraid to be loud, baby. I wanna hear you.” He said, voice vibrating Mel’s cunt. Frank licks a strip down from her entrance up to her clit, and Mel can’t help herself any longer, mewling at the way he teases her. “So good. You like that?”
Mel’s entire brain loses all functionality, when she feels his index finger teasing her cunt. “Frank!” She called out, knuckling white grip on his hair.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes! Oh my god! Please?” She begged, hips rolling trying to signal to him how bad she wanted this.
She’s thought about his fingers a lot. Unable to focus at work when they were together. She’d catch herself watching his fingers and for a fleeting moment she’d wonder how they’d feel buried in her cunt. She couldn’t work with him after that. Not knowing how to be normal when all she could think about was his hands and the way they were so big compared to hers.
Frank pulls himself up a bit, leaning forward placing his hand between them. His index and middle finger pry open her mouth. “Get them wet for me.”
Mel opens her mouth, breath hitching when she feels the pad of his fingers against her tongue. She gets the memo, closing her mouth and licking around his fingers. She can taste herself and the mixture of his skin on his fingers. Any other day she’d find this disgusting - wrinkle up her nose and everything - but right now there’s a tingling sensation in her stomach that makes her suck him deeper into her mouth. Maybe she’d get to suck him into her mouth again but this time it’s his cock.
“Can I give you a blow job after this?” She finds herself asking when his fingers are out of her mouth and he’s back in his place.
“Jesus Mel,” He hissed, sliding his finger inside of her. The added pressure of his fingers inside of her, quiets Mel momentarily. “Let me take care of you first, baby.” He curls his finger, pushing in and out of her. Mel moans loud, shaking as he thrusts his fingers into her cunt, hitting her sweet spot just at the right angle. Noticing Mel likes it he keeps going, picking up the pace.
“I wanna take care of you too.” She mewled, “Just like you always take care of me.”
“Another time, sweetheart. I wanna take care of you.” Frank said. swallowing hard.
Mel makes a strangled noise at the way he said it, rutting her hips.
“Right there, Holy fuck! Oh my god!” She cried out fucking into his hand. Frank rubs at her clit with his thumb; the added sensation makes Mel's entire body shudder, moaning loud as she claws at him, begging him for more. Begging him to fuck her. His finger buried inside of her wasn’t enough. She needed his cock buried inside of her - filling her up like she’s never been before in a long long time.
“So good for me baby.” He praised her. The way he continued to call her baby was starting to drive her absolutely crazy. She was never one to like pet names but just hearing it come from Frank it sets something off in her stomach, igniting a fire that only grew and grew the more he called her that.
When she feels herself getting closer, she tugs at Frank’s shoulder, begging him to fuck her. She doesn’t care one bit about the fact they’re still on her couch, all she cares about right now is how badly she wants him inside of her. She’s wanted this for quite some time.
“Do you have any condoms?” He questioned, stripping himself out of his clothes, sweatpants and boxers pooling at his legs. Her mouth waters at the sight of his cock. She’s too turned on to even care how crazy she looks right now.
“Bathroom.” She watched as he practically ran to her bathroom, taking big strides to make it across the room. He’s back in not even a minute, condom wrapper between his teeth has he tried to pry it open in a hurry.
He hands the condom to her, placing himself down on the couch in a sitting position. “Put it on me?” he breathed, legs spread wide open.
Tentatively, Mel sits herself up, leaning over and taking his cock in her hands, sliding the condom down onto his length.
Fingertips touch her chin bringing her face back up towards him. Warm lips are placed on hers in a soft quick kiss. Like earlier Mel’s straddling his thighs, but this time there’s no clothes separating them.
The tip of his cock teases her entrance, Frank holding the base for Mel to slide herself down onto. She watches the way his cock disappears inside of her, filling her up. Choked gasps tumble from her lips as she lulls forward, clawing at his shoulder blades unable to hold herself up anymore.
When she’s fully adjusted to his cock, his hips snap upwards, cock sliding in and out of her. The meat of his thigh slaps against her as she rides his cock.
“Frank!” She cried, rolling her hips to feel more of him inside of her. Frank’s fingers find their way into her hair, tugging at it as she buries her face into the side of his neck, moaning obscenities into the flesh of skin as he fucks her.
“Holy fuck Mel. I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long.” He muttered.
Mel doesn’t reply to that, just moans into his skin, taking it between her teeth and biting down. She’s sure there would be a mark there. She’s not sure how he’d explain it to his wife but that was the least of her concerns right now. She couldn’t think about anything else except the fact he fit perfectly inside of her. Everything fit perfect even the way his hands gripped at her hips was a perfect fit. Like they were made for each other.
Hands, sliding between their sweaty bodies Mel stimulates her clit, rubbing her thumb over it. It makes her dizzy as she feels him thrust in and out of her at the same rhythm.
“You’re so fucking hot.” He leans back, hand full of her breasts in his hands now as she massages her clit.
Hot heat rolls in her stomach, she can feel herself getting close, and she knows he is too, thrusts becoming sloppy.
There's a strangled noise that starts bubbling up in the back of Mel’s throat sob falls from her lips, her opposite hand clawing at his shoulder. Her head falling forward again to rest on his chest. The smell of him mixed with hers makes the sound in her throat grow louder. As he holds her a wave of something washing over her, eyes burning and a lump forming in the back of her throat.
This would be all she'd be allowed to have. The only way she’d be allowed to have him was in secret. Knowing that he’ll go back to his wife after this doesn’t help at all. It constricts her airways. Being selfish there would always be consequences.
Leave your wife. She pleaded. Leave her and be with me.
If she had the courage to ask would he?
He was supposed to be fixing his marriage, trying to be good as he told Mel that day.
He was going to kiss her then - she knew it from the way he looked at her. But he didn’t. He just placed distance between them and told her he couldn’t cheat on his wife.
That. Obviously was a bold-faced lie. But they both were aware. Denying themselves each other was for the better. It wasn’t. The more they held back the deeper the desire grew. Being told they couldn’t have something enticed them more.
“I need you.” She said through shuddered gasps hot tears falling down her cheeks and onto his skin. “Need more of you.” She cried, squeezing her legs around him. The way his cock fills her up and disappears inside of her causes her legs to shake, nails digging harder into him.
“You have me. All of me.” He said, jerking his hips forward.
All of me. All of me. All of me. loops in her brain as she clenches around him, moaning his name. It doesn’t help the onslaught of tears one bit; it makes the lump in the back of her throat ache and her eyes sting.
How could she have all of him when he wore the reminder around his finger she didn’t?
With a shuddered gasp Mel feels the warmth inside of her as he comes into the condom. She feels the way he twitches beneath her, breath tickling her shoulder.
There’s no words spoken between them, just the sound of their breathing filling the space between them. Frank’s cock still buried inside of her, Mel jerks her hips, fingers shaking as she massages her clit. Heat begins to bloom in her gut, loud shaky moans falling from her lips. She can’t look at Frank as she comes, head still encased in the side of his neck. She wants to look, but knows if she did he’d be able to read her face. Be able to see just how much this aches. How only being able to have parts of him in secret breaks her heart right down the middle.
Sliding off him, she hurriedly grabs a shirt off the floor, placing it on her body to cover herself up. To hide the shame sinking into her bones.
Frank doesn’t say a word, in her peripherals she can see him sliding the condom off himself, tying the end of it. She quickly turns away, staring straight ahead at the wall. The sound of him moving around makes her swallow around the lump in her throat, pushing back the loose strands of hair that fell out of her now messy braid.
“Mel, are we okay?” He questioned coming into view, pulling up his boxers. Are we okay? Mel wants to scoff at the question, at just how ridiculous it was to ask that after he was inside of her.
“If I asked, would you do it?” She finds herself asking instead. The words burn coming out of her mouth, throat on fire. She wasn’t supposed to be asking that question, asking if he’d leave her. But Mel can’t help herself.
“Ask what?” He said, bending himself down to meet her gaze.
Mel looks him directly in the eyes, not wavering as she said it, “Be with me. Only me.”
“I’d do anything for you. Anything Mel.” He sincerely said, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, finger tips burning her skin. She tries not to move into the touch.
“Okay.” She whispered, kissing his wrist where his hand lingered. “Can you stay?” She asked.
“I can’t. Not tonight.” He frowned, letting go of Mel, hand dropping to his side. “I’ll fix this. I promise Mel. I’m yours.”
When Frank leaves he doesn’t hesitate to kiss Mel, mumbling into her lips that he’s sorry for having to leave but he’ll be back.
It’s a Tuesday afternoon when Frank mentions to Mel he’s getting a divorce. She tried to hide the relief soaking into her limbs, but it’s noticeable in the way her body just suddenly relaxes. Frank notices.
“I couldn’t keep pretending. Just wasn’t fair to either of us.” He mumbled into her hair, holding her tight against his chest. “Plus I'm in love with someone else.”
That steals the air right out of her lungs, “You are?” She said, playing coy like the admission didn’t have her heart pounding.
Detaching herself from him as far as he’d allow her to go, she holds his gaze, peering into his eyes taking in everything. The way his eyes crinkled with his smile, the creases of his face relaxing like a weight had finally been lifted.
“Like stupidly in love with her. She’s the most amazing person I know. Really smart doctor. You’d really love her.” He said, toothy grin taking over his face.
“She sounds pretty awesome.” She played along, unable to contain the smile on her lips. “I love you too.”
She takes what she wants, leaning up to kiss him. It’s an unfamiliar feeling, getting the things she wants and actually allowing herself to have them. Frank lets her, opens himself up and gives her it all.