[ frank doesn't mind her watching him though usually he might - from someone else. with her it's almost like there are no limits, and maybe he would have noticed that a lot sooner if they weren't in this dumb, silent place, right? or maybe not. he knows he's thickheaded anyway. and this kind of silence is nice, self-imposed. he takes another sip before offering her the bottle, a tiny tremor wracking up his spine from the chill outside and the warmth burning down his throat both. with only his boxer briefs to guard him against it, the urge is to draw in closer is strong, but he sticks to fiddling with the hem of her shirt for the moment, breathing her air and enjoying doing so. ]
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