[Hands off now and Frank's face falls a little. He really isn't sure what the fuck he's trying to do. Not that he's scared. Not of consequences. That would be a smart thing. He's unsure in a way he's never experienced before because there has been no man that he felt this magnetic pull to like he has Caleb. Blame it on those blue eyes, on that mouth. On the way he just relentlessly fixates and finds a way time and again.]
Is he your type?
[Frank's tone is gruff, Tight. He crosses his arms. The sky rumbles a little louder.]
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Is he your type?
[Frank's tone is gruff, Tight. He crosses his arms. The sky rumbles a little louder.]