“Wish I had an old friend who was a hot stripper who would drink wine in bed with me and give me comfort –“ “I bet you do!” I call over my shoulder, heading into the kitchen to start the coffee. “Don’t you have a job to do, Frank?” “Hmm?” he says, peering after me into the kitchen, and then he s
Christian climbs out of the shower and wraps a towel around his waist, still dripping wet as he reaches for his phone on the bedside table. There, he texts Bianca. Christian: Have time for your favorite step-son today, B? Her reply is almost instant, as it always is. Bianca: Anytime, boy. Com
Frankie watches the elevator doors slide shut and then he sighs, turning back to the house, wondering how he’s going to keep Iris from going stir-crazy for days on end. “A nice girl, hmm?” Bianca asks, handing a cup of espresso to Nico and then sliding another in front of Christian as he sits at t
All day, I try to keep my mind busy. All day I fail, and my eyes continually drift back to the door, even as I clean the entire kitchen from the mess of baking yesterday. Even as I clear up the entire mess we made of Christian’s room last night and then go on a laundry rampage, washing every singl
I sit up straight, knowing that whatever comes out of his mouth next is going to be bad. “But…” he continues, “you’re acting just like the thousand other women who develop feelings for Cristian Romano and who get left behind when he moves on.” My mouth falls open as I stare at my friend, feeling
Christian is gone…for days. By the end of the third, I can tell that Frankie is miserable and worried too, even if he is in touch with Christian all the time via phone. “Will you please let me read the text messages?!” I beg, lurching for the phone as we stand together in the kitchen. Frankie
“On your eyelashes,” I murmur, concentrating. “It’s very delicate – don’t mess with it, you’ll get it everywhere.” “How do you girls know all this stuff,” he murmurs, fascinated. “Mascara, eye liner, bronzer, foundation, blush, highlighter…” he shakes his head, baffled. “Frank!” I laugh, grabbin
“Well,” Christian says, crossing his arms as he continues to smirk at Frankie and me. “Isn’t this…cozy.” Frankie finally comes back to himself, jumping to his feet and spilling me out of his lap. I fall back onto the couch, mercifully, though I yelp and spill my entire makeup bag as I go. “Oh my