“So, you don’t actually work at the church? You just volunteer.” Frank and I were talking about his work at the church as we walked through the door. “No, I work at a nursing home part-time and am also going to school to be a nurse. I have a year to go.”
“Are you going to stay in the area, or—” I didn’t get a chance to finish my sentence. Frank had grabbed me from behind and started kissing my neck. In between pecks his warm breath was brushing up against my skin, and I was about ready to melt right into his arms.
“I just want you to know that I don’t do this with everyone. But there is something about you, something that I just can’t resist.” Frank said before starting to nibble on my neck once again.”
“I feel the same way. Ever since I saw you, I thought about what it would be like fo
