Chapter 24

And we’re kissing again. I’m backing us into the shower, attached at the mouths, hips staying in contact, and under the hot shower spray, we bring each other off for a second time.

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When I get home a little before eight PM that evening, Frankie’s head pops up over the back of the couch and he stares at me like I’m a unicorn that just wandered into our apartment. “You’re home early.”

I nod as I peel out of my work clothes. “Mr. Waters sent me home. ‘Go be with your gorgeous man,’ he said.”

He snickers. “Mr. Waters thinks I’m gorgeous?”

“Mhm.” I unbutton the shirt as I walk into the bedroom, where I dig out a soft T-shirt and sweatpants. I dump the suit on the bed, thinking I’ll take care of it later, and hurry back to Frankie. “I have a feeling Mr. Waters isn’t entirely straight.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I’m pretty sure he’s at least bi. He makes these little comments that tell me he’s more than just an ally.”

“That’s great. Maybe you should give him a bi-flag for Christmas.”