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“You’re a good friend,” she added, staring at his knuckles, almost white against his knee, making the silver of the wedding band look a shade darker.
He exhaled with a laugh. “You gotta stop doing that.”
She frowned. It was suddenly cold in her little garden. “Oh. I’m sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.”
“You didn't. God, you couldn't - I just. I need you to hold me accountable, Mel.”
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21 Jan 2026
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It’s petulant, the way she immediately feels the need to argue against his words, the feelings she’s fought so hard to keep bottled up threatening to explode within her. He’s married.
“Abby wouldn’t encourage it.”
“I don’t think Abby really gives a shit anymore, to be honest.”
Frank tries to hint that he's getting divorced. Mel doesn't quite get the memo.
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18 Jan 2026
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The glasses softened him—they brought out a boyish eagerness to the slant of his nose, straightened his strong brow, dulled the cut of his cheekbones. He transformed into someone nice, who arrived at the lecture hall five minutes early to secure his preferred, front and center seat. A patron who always turned in his borrowed library books on time; left a detailed Yelp! review when he tried a new restaurant he enjoyed. The person who fumbled his way through a drive-thru order, even if he spent the minutes his car inched forward in line reciting his preference aloud, fearing he would mess up; went out of his way to crunch the crisp fall leaves under his boots during Tuesday afternoon walks over to the farmer's market; who clasped his lover’s hand tight whenever he held it, fearing the other would evaporate if he ever let go. A doctor, who thought he had all of his emotions under control, until he didn’t.
Frank looked exactly like her.
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25 Nov 2025
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“You mean…ice play?” Frank asked, all hot and bothered as he swallowed hard.
“I didn’t know there was a name for that,” Mel brought her index finger to her closed mouth, her endearing way of pondering information. Frank kept his eyes on her, followed her smallest of movements. She blushed harder at the undivided attention and at the vulnerability of it all, hiding her face in the sweaty crook of his neck and giggling. Frank was about to lose his fucking mind, and she was giggling. God, he was crazy for this woman. “Um, this is embarrassing. Is that weird? Did I just kill the mood, ruin the moment? Ugh, forget I said any—”
“No, no, no, you didn’t ruin anything, sweetheart, you just made things better, cooler,” Frank assured, his voice roughening with desire, stepping back just enough to look her in the eye again. Once, she told him that she appreciated it whenever he made his jokes more obvious. He doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon, not when it grants him the sweetest, most disarming smile he has ever seen. “If you’re cool with it, I’m cool too. Pun very much intended.”
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09 Nov 2025
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"Well, what's your poison, then?" Frank asks, angling his head in her direction.
"What?" Mel asks, mouth dry. All she can focus on right now is the line of Frank's jaw and the tendon in his neck—
"Y'know…" Frank waves his hand around in the air uselessly, "a weird sex thing you're into."
Or, Mel and Frank tell each other what they like in bed, as friends do. Somehow they end up trying those things out on each other.
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04 Nov 2025