best to ignore it and focus on his new mission:
Breaking into the Benjamin Franklin Museum in Philadelphia.
Rees had been letting Snod borrow his laptop to do the necessary research, and it didn’t take him
very long to formulate a plan. Concentrating on the upcoming heist helped distract him from his
conflicted feelings, and he was actually looking forward to it.
The big day finally came, and Snod couldn’t hide his bubbling excitement when Frankie strolled
through the door. He didn’t even say a word before he pulled him into a deep kiss, smiling brightly.
Frankie mumbled in surprise at the intense affection, but held Snod close, kissing him back. It was
easy to get lost in Frankie’s lips and feel that familiar heat prickling between them.
Frankie pulled away before they got carried away any further, his eyes fluttering as he laughed,
“Mmm, wow, someone is in a good mood!” He grinned slyly, teasing, “What are you up to?”
“Nothing,” Snod replied innocently. “I am very happy to see you, and I’m looking forward to working
at the bar tonight.”
“Uh huh,” Frankie replied, clearly seeing through the lie, but not questioning it. “Hmmm, just give me
a moment, and we’ll go.”
Snod held on for one more kiss, pressing against Frankie’s lips until he earned himself one quick slip
of tongue. “I did really miss you,” he said softly when their kiss ended. “I do miss you.”
“I don’t have to work this weekend,” Frankie said gently, “and I’m sure Rees will give you some time
off. I miss you, too.” He looked a little sad. “I promise we’ll spend some more time together soon,
okay?”
“Soon?” Snod implored, his hands wandering down to Frankie’s hips. “More... intimate time?”
“Very soon,” Frankie assured him, prying away his fingers and sighing in frustration. “Trust me,
you’re not the only one who misses the, ahem, intimate time.”
Snod kept his hands by his sides and resisted the urge to let them wander. It did give him some
comfort to know he wasn’t the only one left wanting. He let Frankie leave to get changed, allowing
his thoughts to resume their focus on the plan for tonight.
He wondered how surprised Frankie would be to see the desk, a physical piece left over from his
actual human life. Maybe he’d actually be willing to discuss the past and finally tell Snod that name
he needed so much.
After all, that’s why he was doing this, Snod told himself as they drove over to the bar. It was to get
