I sigh internally but keep it polite. “Yeah.”
“Oh my God, we just watched your charity game. You were insane.”
“‘Preciate it.”
Her friend steps closer. “Can we get a picture? Actually wait—” she laughs— “are you single?”
Frankie slowly straightens up.
Oh, fuck. Are we telling other people we’re together before Za?
“No, I’m not actually?—”
But the girl keeps going. “You look even better in person, you know.”
Frankie rolls her neck once and I can feel the temperature rising next to me. She’s over it.
“I’m just saying,” the girl continues, touching my arm lightly, “if you ever need someone to celebrate with?—”
That’s when Frankie steps in. Her hand slides down the front of my joggers and grabs my dick. Firmly.
“Sorry,” Frankie says sweetly to the girls, her hand very much still there. “But he only eats my pussy.”
I choke on air.
The aisle goes dead silent. The girls’ eyes drop and scan Frankie.
Then snap back up.
“Oh,” one of them says quickly. “We didn’t know.”
“Clearly,” Frankie replies. “Even though I was standing here this entire time.”
Her grip tightens just enough to make my brain short-circuit.
“And he don’t need no extra celebration,” she adds calmly. “He’swellcelebrated.”
I swallow.
The girls mumble something about “cute couple” and scatter.
Frankie doesn’t move her hand immediately.
“Francine,” I say low.
“What?” she replies coldly.
“May I have my penis back? It’s starting to go numb.”
She finally lets go and steps back like nothing happened. “You’re welcome.”
“For what?”
“Establishing boundaries, something you clearly can’t do.”
I lean closer. “I did! You could’ve said something too.”
“That’s your job, and you failed.”
