“I know I’m crushing you,” he said, “but moving is not an option right now.” “It’s fine. I’ve accomplished all I’ve set out to do sexually. Dying like this is totally acceptable,” Frankie said into the pillow. “My mom will be so proud.” “Speaking of your mother—” “Aiden, you’re still inside me. I don’t like where this is going.” He laughed softly against her neck. “Am I still invited to Sunday lunch?”
