I go for his belt. “Mel.” He grabs my hands in a possessive hold, pinning me to the bed. My whole body lights up as the side of Frank I only know comes out to play.
“What did you think about doing to me when you lay in this bed at night when we were in high school?” I wiggle under him.
“You’re about to find out,” he growls, pushing my dress up.
We’re going to miss more than cocktail hour. The reception will have to wait too because when it comes to Frank, there is no more waiting.
It’s us forever.