They pulled into the station they needed for the bar Frank had in mind, and if they were getting off, they ought to get off, but Frank stood there. They were tangled up and close, and Frank could feel the heat blossoming from his chest and outward, sinking that heat down slowly.
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2018-07-17 03:51 am (UTC)"I want you," he said softly.