“You haven’t told me much, but from what you have, I know you didn’t have any trouble keeping your bed warm most nights.” “Are you jealous, Arlo?” he taunts. Slowly, I shift my attention back to Frankie, holding his stare. “Always,” I confess. “Always have been and always will be.” Licking his lips, Frankie drops the menu onto the table and leans forward, and I find myself copying the movement. His voice is low in the loud space, but I don’t miss a word. “Don’t be. I thought of nothing but you. Every. Single. Time.”
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