Anxiety wells in me because – I mean, he can’t be saying what I think he’s saying, right? No – I’m just thinking that because I’m impossibly vain and selfish.
When really – there is another part of Frankie’s history that I’m willfully ignoring – one that apparently went much deeper than just a simple kiss in a storage closet.
“Yeah,” I say, mastering myself and raising my eyes to look into Frankie’s face. “What did happen with Lucy, Frank?”
Frank stares at me for a second and then blinks rapidly, surprise clear on his face. My blush deepens, but I force myself to ignore it as Frank collects himself. As he exhales a long breath and looks away from me for a second. “Lucy,” he murmurs, a sad little smirk coming to his face. “Yeah, Lucy.”
I go still and quiet, letting him pull his thoughts
