Ari
"Where'd you go last night?" Frankie asked when I opened my front door to him.
The early morning light backlit him, almost giving him a ghostly appearance as he stood there in a white T-shirt and blue jeans.
I blinked, taken aback by the sudden question and by his surprise visit. He rarely came to my house. We always met up at the gym.
"I was tired, and not really up to partying." I stepped aside to let him in. "I walked back to the gym."
Frankie frowned, his dark eyes scrutinizing me. "Alone?"
I hesitated, closing the door behind him. "Bones walked me back."
He followed me into the kitchen, where I busied myself making coffee. "And then?"
I swallowed hard, unsure of how much to reveal. I never lied to Frankie. He was the one person in my life to whom I never had to.
"And then what?" I asked evasively.
He leaned against the counter, watching me as I poured water into the coffee maker. "Did you fuck him?"
