Page 55 of Owned By Frank
- And why do you do it? - I make a funny face.
- My cell phone battery died and this book is from Frank, I couldn't find anything to distract me so I borrowed it, if it wasn't for that I would be making calls with him right now. - He points with his jaw to Frank.
I smile and can't believe it. So Frank likes to read...
- And what gender is it?
- It seems like romance. I didn't know he liked this kind of book...
We both laugh and can't help it until Frank passes by and takes the book away from Dante.
- Why did you nring just this one? - he says incredulously.
- Does that mean there are more Romeo and Juliet out there? - Dante jokes while putting on his glasses.
Frank rolls his eyes and takes his place, for a moment he looks at me but turns his head to the side.
I don't give it a second thought and curl up to sleep. At the end of the day the pill Dante gave me is working.
I open my eyes slowly. I feel someone caressing my head, the sensation is pleasant so I get up to see who is the one with the soft hand.
I see Frank.
I don't know how long I've been sleeping or even how strong that tablet has been but it has put me in a coma for a long time that I didn't even realize when Frank came to my side.
My head is resting on his shoulder. My hand is intertwined with his, while he has a hand behind my neck and is free to caress me.
Look closely at his laptop. I don't give it any importance since the only thing you can see is endless numbers, statistics and more things.
I yawn slightly and stir a bit.
- Are you still upset? - I whisper, closing my eyes again.
Your chest breathes in an amount of air and seconds later exhales slowly.
- Why should I be upset? Did you do something wrong or just cheat on me in your dreams with some idiot?
His voice relaxes me, Frank is so warm that I don't care and I don't care about getting closer to him.
My act takes him by surprise so seconds later we end up hugging.
The truth is that, even though I'm sleepy, I can't stop thinking about what happened in the toilet. Frank looked disappointed and in a way I was too. Not from him, from me, for not telling him the truth or rather, for not saying a single word. Maybe I made him feel less precious and that's not the case.
Frank is both arrogant and tender and I don't know exactly why it is that I'm suddenly starting to wonder about him every second.
God even I am starting to get scared!
So... I can no longer avoid what is obvious.
- Frank? - I call him. +
- Mm...?
- I like you...
A KISS
I bump into a wall of muscles and let go of a little spin when a pair of hands grab my waist.