My face fell as the puzzle pieces seemed to slide together. It wasn't about me, but more about me being human. Frank pinched his eyes and took a slow breath. “So, can we go to bed now? Are you done with the twenty questions?”
I could see he was uncomfortable, so I nodded, and he turned, flicking the light back off. He lay back down, and I sat numb. I suddenly had a hundred questions forming in my head. What had they done? Are they the reason that Frank is so reserved? Was that why his father looked as unhappy as he did in the pictures?
Something big had to happen for it to affect Frank like this. Maybe I could ask Kerr? Or would that be crossing a line? If Frank had wanted me to know, he would have said it.
“I'm sorry,” I said after a moment of silence.
“You didn't do anything,” Frank said, pulling the sheets up more. “Now, go to bed.”
I rolled back over, pulling the sheet up and tightly clinging to them. I stared over at the picture of Frank, suddenly wondering if I would be able to help. Was it even my place? I knew no matter what, this was going to take time.
I lay back on my pillow and allowed the warmth to surround me. I closed my eyes, trying to push the worry away.
Chapter 12 - Frank
My alarm went off, and I threw my left arm out, quickly turning it off. I groaned, rubbing at my eyes as I opened them. I froze as I realized that Nina was closer to me than she was when she went to bed. Her arms were curled close as she rested her head on my pillow. My right arm was hooked under her, holding her close to me. My heart raced as I stared at her closely, taking in her thin lips and her pointed nose. Her chest rose and fell, and as I looked down, I could see her nipples poking against her shirt.
Oh shit. This was bad. Really. Really. Bad.
I felt my body heat up, and not because of Nina's warm body. My cock jerked up, and I ground my teeth together as I shifted back slightly. The last thing I needed was for her to feel it pressing against her. She had a hard enough time getting into this bed, and the last thing she needed was my hard-ass cock pressed against her.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Think of anything else. Anything to get your mind off her body.
I tried to wiggle myself free, but as I did, Nina softly moaned. My cock ached harder at the noise, and she grumbled. “Stop moving the bed,” she whispered in a sleepy voice.
I cleared my voice. “Nina, you're clinging to me.”
She shook her head, pressing her cheek harder into the pillow. “No, I'm not. I'm not the cuddling type in the morning.” She sighed softly, her fingers wrapping tightly around my shirt.
I inhaled slowly, trying once more to wiggle free.
“Jesus, Frank. You're shaking the whole bed.” Nina opened her eyes this time, and they stared at me. She blinkeda few times before her eyes seemed to widen. “Why are you so close?”
I cleared my throat again, pointing down to where she was holding onto me. “You're clinging to me.”
Her eyes snapped down to my shirt, finding her hands curled around the fabric. My arm was still curled under her.
“Oh,” Nina slowly released her fingers. “My bad.”
“You are clearly a cuddling type.”
She swallowed, blushing, and my eyes snapped down to where my arm was still holding her. My eyes took in her nipples and the way the shirt hung low. Her breast was almost falling out of the shirt, and I suddenly felt the urge to tug it down and see what shade of pink her nipples were.
My cock was painful, and I internally groaned as my pants gave little room to the imagination. I couldn't get up either because Nina would see it.
“I might be a cuddling type, but it seems you are as well.” Nina pointed to my arm, which I slowly slid back. I sat up, holding the sheets around my waist.
“I never said I wasn't.”
“You're the cuddling type?” Nina asked as she yawned, and I stared at her mouth. I watched how wide her mouth went, and I knew where my mind was going to travel. I was going to start imagining how her mouth would do with my cock. If she was good at giving head or if she needed instruction.
I shook my head, needing to think of something, anything. I searched, trying to find a safe topic to save myself. But I was lacking coffee, and all my blood was going to the lower head rather than the upper one.
“Are you okay?” Nina asked, tilting her head as she stared at me. She raised an eyebrow at me.
“Yeah, I was just thinking about training. Do you know self-defense?”
She shook her head as she threw the sheets off and grabbed her robe hanging next to her. My eyes instantly went to her ass as she moved. She was wearing a tight nightie, which gave little to the imagination, and I saw no underwear lines, which meant Nina didn't wear them to bed.
