I start with her hair because I’ve always loved when Frankie’s let it go all long and wavy. She’s in that, like, weird head-space right before sleep, which is of course a huge turn-on right now, so I try to keep my hands from shaking too much as I softly run my fingers through her curly ends. I should really try and pass out too, because there’s so much that I’d really love to forget about for a few hours, but the adrenaline is taking way too long to drain away, so I might as well, like, use it, right? I mean, hell, it’s four in the morning-and there are only so many things a guy can do to amuse himself at this ugly hour-but whenever I close my eyes I flash right back to the hilltop, with city lights flickering in the distance, and I cannot fucking think about the horribly insane shit that happened there. Not right now.

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