Page 80 of Owned By Frank

It doesn't matter if I throw everything around, it doesn't matter if I take off one sheet at a time, it doesn't matter if I stay in my underwear. Everything I do is vain, because even so, the heat is killing me, as if I were in an oven, in the simplest terms.

- What a load of crap! - I curse up and stand up.

I walk back and forth repeating the same act over and over again.

How is Frank doing?

Will he still be in pain?

Should I go check on his wounds?

Yes. That's what I have to do, maybe, just maybe, that's why I can't sleep. Because I feel like I still have to take care of Frank.

So I decided to go. I open the door and walk out, making as little noise as possible.

The huge corridors are dark except for a small chandelier with a dim light that shines hard on the way.

The locks of my hair fall down my face so I wear them behind my ears.

I arrive at Frank's door and curse underneath. The material is closed. I let out a sigh.

I inhale and exhale twice and my hand holds the doorknob.

One... Two... Three...

I open it.

This one makes a squeaking sound and I want to die, what if he woke up? I'd really appreciate it if Frank was a heavy sleeper. After all I only plan to check if he is still alive...

I get on my tippy toes and start going in. In the distance I see the bed, above it, I see a lump. What pisses me off is that I can't even hear if he's breathing. The silence is overwhelming.

I get much closer and stop a few inches away from it. His breathing is very slow and his eyes are closed. I look at his chest, oh what a coincidence!

I look at his face carefully, I don't deny it, Frank looks fucking sexy and not to mention his split lip, that just makes me want to bite him.

He stirs and I feel my heart exploding with fright so I slowly turn around and head out before he realizes that some fucking pervert has come to his room in the middle of the night to watch him sleep.

I don't even take the first step and quickly someone grabs me from behind and pulls me in his direction.

I close my eyes by force. Seconds later everything is silent.

I slowly open my eyelids until I realize something. My body rests on his legs. One of his hands holds my waist tightly, the other holds my wrist, and finally his head rests on my shoulder.

I try to let go but it's no use, I just get his grip tighter.

- Admit it... - he whispers against my neck.

I stand completely still.

- What are you saying? - I speak softly.

- Admit it, Grace...

I walk away from him and stand up to go back as far as I can.

- What are you talking about? Admit what? - I step back as Frank begins to approach me with slow steps.

- You just have to admit that you love him as much as I do...