you radiate, in shades of gray
Summary: “Are you and Abby on or off?” she asks quietly, matching his gaze. His jaw tenses, and Frank looks away, removing his hand to grip the steering wheel instead. She can see the whites of his knuckles as he quietly switches the car into drive and pulls out of the parking lot, leaving the bar and its loud bass behind. Even though the echoes remain pounding behind her temples, it’s only the silence of the nighttime roads that sits between them, her question still unanswered. - Mel and Frank in college, and how Mel never stole him—since Frank was always hers.
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