FRANKIE
The room is dark, and I'm lying enjoying spooning Angel Rose, my arms wrapped her body, feeling myself getting turned on. It feels so right holding her this way. I'm trying to be a gentleman, not to push things, but it's getting harder by the minute.
"I know, but it's best for both of us if we don't sleep in the same bed," she says, trying to sound firm.
"What's wrong with us sharing a bed?" I ask, against her hair, my voice low.
She hesitates, "I just... I think it's better if I sleep on the couch."
"I promise I'm gonna make it worth it" I feel the slight but prominent curves of her frame with my hands and notice the way she inhales deeply.
"Frankie?" her voice is breathless, but her arm circles mine.
Knowing she doesn't want me to stop, I tighten my arm around her waist,
