So I begrudgingly found myself on the living room couch with a lethal case of the spins and wearing a pair of Frankie’s boxer briefs and an oversized Go Army! crewneck. “Socks, as requested,” Frankie offered as he appeared from down the hallway carrying a comforter in his elbow. He tossed the rolled-up bundle to me and crashed onto the opposite end of the sofa. “You could take my bed, it’s much more comfortable.” “Thanks,” I muttered, rolling them onto my feet. “And, no, thanks.”
