35
Frankie
18 days since coming clean
Logan opened his door immediately, even though it was late, and his usual smile slipped as he stepped aside. “Beer?”
“Nah, I’ve already had more wine and hot tub than I should have been driving on, probably. Sorry, I should have called ahead, I just couldn’t go home.”
“Frankie, hey.” He didn’t move, but the loss of Logan’s perpetual cheer was enough to stop her cold. “Crash here. Don’t go home if you don’t want to.”
She swallowed and side-leaned into the wall, even though what she really wanted to do was lean into Logan. “I couldn’t be around f*****g i***t men right now.”
“No offense taken.” He offered a slight smile, but she shook her head.
“I meant my roommates. You could never be an i***t man like that.” Absurdly, tears pricked at her eyes.
