[ thirty-one though. that feels like so long ago. his kids were what? nine and seven. and he was in one undisclosed location to the next, never able to talk to them for more than precious moments at a time. he knows clara's been through a lot; he knows she isn't younger than her years, certainly. but sometimes that six years between them feels like ages, especially when she's trying to explain tinder to him. her explanation gets a tiny huff of a laugh out of him anyway, it's not like he could blame her since he's basically been trying to hold it together every time since the first day he met her.
frank lets out a soft sound at the kiss, though there's no time to return it, closing his eyes when her teeth tug his lip. oh, this girl is trouble. just another reason why he likes her though, really. marriage. he'll never get married again, at least, he can't see himself doing that again. and yet he'd been prepared to shoot that text off to matt. girls love falling for that blind dickbag. ]
Not that long. [ he manages after a beat, his suddenly heavy gaze zeroing in on the pale swath of skin she reveals to him then. how easy it would be, to fall into this here and now. it isn't so much the sex he fears (though yes, it's a factor) but that he'll have to leave right after. he can't sleep here. he should just tell her, he knows, about his nightmares. but he swallows back the words again as calloused fingers brush up over the cap of her shoulder and steadily across to her collarbone. he takes a sharp breath in, eyes crashing into hers. ]
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frank lets out a soft sound at the kiss, though there's no time to return it, closing his eyes when her teeth tug his lip. oh, this girl is trouble. just another reason why he likes her though, really. marriage. he'll never get married again, at least, he can't see himself doing that again. and yet he'd been prepared to shoot that text off to matt. girls love falling for that blind dickbag. ]
Not that long. [ he manages after a beat, his suddenly heavy gaze zeroing in on the pale swath of skin she reveals to him then. how easy it would be, to fall into this here and now. it isn't so much the sex he fears (though yes, it's a factor) but that he'll have to leave right after. he can't sleep here. he should just tell her, he knows, about his nightmares. but he swallows back the words again as calloused fingers brush up over the cap of her shoulder and steadily across to her collarbone. he takes a sharp breath in, eyes crashing into hers. ]