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off the wine, nowhere close to it, but he’d lost his mind somewhere in those first few kisses, and he didn’t much care to get it back. He wrapped his arms around Addison’s shoulders and burrowed into his neck.
    How do I convince this man that I’ve known for only two weeks that we’re perfect together?
    It was clear to him—how they fit, how their bodies reacted so strongly to each other’s presence. Frankie wanted… Well, what he wanted could never happen in a public park. It didn’t stop him, though, from thinking it as he slipped his hands underneath Addison’s shirt again. They didn’t pull apart until Frankie heard a high-pitched muffled twittering from the next blanket over. He pulled away from Addison and saw a group of girls watching them intensely. He was surprisingly embarrassed. Maybe the fairy wine got to him more than he thought. Maybe it was just Addison. Frankie had never lost himself in a kiss in public like that before.
    “You guys are adorable,” one of the girls whispered with a big grin. Frankie smiled back. He hoped Addison wasn’t too taken aback by the girl’s comment. Turned out he didn’t need to worry. His…boyfriend? date?…was lying on the quilt, eyes to the stars, tracing patterns with his index finger along the sky.
    Oh, wow . Frankie giggled. Maybe he should’ve diluted the wine a bit more.
    “Hey, Addie, you want to pack it up and head home?”
    “Is the movie over?” He ran his fingers through his already touch-tousled hair.
    “No, but you look a bit toasted. I’ll drive your car.”
    “Okay.” Addison looked like he was about ready to agree to anything.
    “But you’re going to have to tell me how to get to your place, okay?”
    “’Kay.”
    Frankie chuckled and stood to help Addison up. They quickly folded up their blanket and gathered all the pillows and stored the extra food in the basket before weaving their way through the crowd toward Addison’s car.
    * * * *
    “Listen, Frankie. I’ve got to tell you something.”
    Addison’s stomach jumped, but he knew it was the right thing to do to tell him about the column. Frankie would find out eventually, and Addison didn’t want him to get hurt by finding out from someone else. He wouldn't bring up Julia at all. Julia was going to end the next moment Addison had to himself. It had been over for a long time anyway; he’d just been too chicken to do anything about it. Next chance he had, he’d call her, and she’d be out of his life.
    “What?” Frankie’s lips were swollen and wet from their kisses and the wine they’d shared at the park. And after. They had been lying on his bed for nearly an hour, still fully clothed, just kissing and talking.
    The buzz from Frankie’s strong wine had worn off, but he still didn’t regret asking Frankie to come inside. He never invited Julia inside, or he wouldn’t if she’d ever deigned to come near his place. There was something different about how it was with Frankie. Addison didn’t know what was going on, but he knew that nothing was as good as being near him.
    Frankie propped himself up on Addison’s chest and regarded him seriously. “Are you going to tell me whatever it is you said you had to tell me?”
    Addison sighed. He was awful at conflict. “When I said I worked at the newspaper, I didn’t tell you the whole story.”
    “What is the whole story?”
    Addison froze. I can’t do it.
    “Listen, I know I assumed you were a reporter, but if you’re not, it’s okay, Addie. It's just a job.”
    Oh, no. He thinks I’m embarrassed because I have some entry-level job . Addison felt even worse.
    Frankie looked at him, sympathetic. “You can tell me another time what it is. I’m really sleepy from the wine. Can we close our eyes for a few minutes?”
    Addison nodded. I don’t deserve this man. I’m an asshole . He wasn’t about to get rid of Frankie, though. No matter what, Frankie was his. His. He kissed the back of Frankie’s neck and then