[ She turns back towards Frank after she stands up, wrapping her arms around herself for a moment before thinking fuck it to herself, leaning in and pressing her lips to his cheek, just for an instant, so fast that it could almost be something both of them pretend never happened. ]
Yeah.
[ And then she's in the bathroom, shedding her sleep clothes after turning on the water, letting it heat up, the room soon steaming up. If she mostly sits in the tub under the spray of water, well. No one has to know, and it still feels good, makes her feel more like herself, shaking the remnants of the fear that was clinging to her frame.
She isn't long in the shower, or to get herself back into clothes, clean sweats and a loose tank top, padding barefoot to her kitchen and going straight for the coffee pot, and then the fridge, bending over to check what she's got. ]
I can make us some huevos rancheros. Not Cuban food exactly, so don't go telling my mom.
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Yeah.
[ And then she's in the bathroom, shedding her sleep clothes after turning on the water, letting it heat up, the room soon steaming up. If she mostly sits in the tub under the spray of water, well. No one has to know, and it still feels good, makes her feel more like herself, shaking the remnants of the fear that was clinging to her frame.
She isn't long in the shower, or to get herself back into clothes, clean sweats and a loose tank top, padding barefoot to her kitchen and going straight for the coffee pot, and then the fridge, bending over to check what she's got. ]
I can make us some huevos rancheros. Not Cuban food exactly, so don't go telling my mom.