Heads pressed together, they take in the after-moment bliss, before separating and pulling themselves back together. Frankie tucks into her purse the handkerchief Xavier passed to clean up.
"You need to get out of here before someone sees you," Frankie told him, turning back to look at her reflection, doing her best to readjust her makeup in a bid to look presentable.
With an I-know-something-you-don't look, Xavier grinned but did not leave. Placing both hands on his chest, in a mixture of frustration and panic, she pushed him out with little resistance.
A voice all too familiar called out to him. " Xavier?" His mother called over. With eyes wide, Frankie felt her blood run cold.
"I thought you were running late sweetheart, I expected you sooner." She placed a welcoming kiss on his c
