* ONE OF MANY.

smile   graces   her   lips   when   she   feels   the   bed   shift,   and   despite   the   smell   of   alcohol   strong   in   the   air,   she’s   drawn   to   him.   it’s   without   hesitation   that   she   rolls   over   to   face   him,   pulls   herself   closer   until   she’s   able   to   reach   out,   her   hand   cupping   the   side   of   his   face,   thumb   rubbing   circles   along   his   skin.       ’     try   to   make   me.     ’

there’s   a   brief   feeling   of   worry,   insecurity,   and   she   quickly   follows   up   her   reassurance   with   a   more   pressing   question   :   ‘   why,   did   someone   say   something?   ’

[ 🔪 ] —- - Frank had broken into Clive’s stash, gotten drunk on his sorry excuse of a foster father’s alcohol. It seemed only fair, considering most of it was bought with the checks that were meant for Frank. But, it hadn’t made him feel any better. So, of course the only logical thing was to spend time with Julie. She always made him feel better.

He revelled in her touch, leaning into it like one would a heater on a cold night. It was like he was frozen and she was the fire, thawing him. 

Frank wrapped his arms around her, tight, as if she might disappear if he didn’t.