Suddenly, as Frankie just watches me quietly, waiting for me to tell him what I want, I sigh in frustration, kind of pissed at him for putting all of these stupid choices on my shoulders. “Frank!” I growl, my teeth together a bit as I pull my leg up and give him a soft kick with my bare foot.
“Ow!” Frankie says, flinching away even as he laughs – because we both know it didn’t hurt him. “What!?”
“Why are you putting this all on me – always asking what I want!?”
“Um, because this is your escape, Bambina,” he says, still laughing and spreading his hands out in front of me. “I am at your command!”
“Yeah, but you’re the one who knows how to do it,” I growl, leaning hard against the headboard and pouting at him a little. “You ask me what I want but I don’t even know what the options are.”
