#Chapter 139 – The Story

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 back together. When he turns back to me, though, I can tell that he has several layers of shields up now – that he’s not nearly as open to me as he was a few moments ago. “What do you want to k