I drift off a little bit after Frankie goes, worrying and wondering, and when I wake up the sun is much more advanced. I shake my head, blinking away my sleep, and I look over at the other side of the bed. The blankets are, indeed, mussed – and there’s a distinct indent on the pillow that Frankie used last night.
So. It wasn’t a dream, was it?
I sigh and stand, moving to the bathroom to get ready for the day, doing my best to put these troubling thoughts from my mind. But it isn’t easy.
Frankie – he’s been flirting playfully with me since the day I got here, and since that day Christian has forbidden anything between us. And while I’ve had fun pushing at that boundary for a while…well.
Is there, really, a part of me that wishes it would go further?
What about Christian? a troublesome
