I pressed down on his hand, which was exploring further, my breath starting to become erratic. I struggled to speak, my words coming out in fragmented bursts. "I'm talking to you… Frank! Don't… no, um…" As night fell, the sea breeze was cool. But the floor-to-ceiling window was fogged up. When my hand slid down, it was covered by a broad palm, our fingers intertwined as he pressed them back against the window. "Eek—" It was Sparrow's sudden noise that hit the pause button. Instinctively, I pulled away from Frank's embrace and ran to the crib. Sparrow had woken up, playing with her little feet, being unusually well-behaved and not crying at all. When she saw me, she smiled, making little sounds as if trying to talk to me. My heart softened immediately, I reached out to poke her cheek and hurried to the bathroom to wash up. When I came out, Frank was blocking the door. I took a step back to let him through, clearing my throat a bit nervously. "Um, i
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