[ he doesn't want to change his mind either, and he doesn't think he's going to; but there's still that note of uncertainty hanging between them and he's not really in a rush to clear it up. frank tips in closer at the sound of his name, his other hand coming down to cup her face. his breathing stutters when her nails bite into him, and he squirms forward until his hipbone taps hers. it's enjoyable for him, skirting this line. it doesn't occur to him that jessica is looking to him for a definitive action here. ] Yeah? [ it's soft and he feels like it's been moments since she spoke, when surely it's only been seconds. ]
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