Say It, Don't Grab Me

Frank's relentless persistence finally paid off—Mona waved the white flag and surrendered, though she hated how easily she caved.

The price of that surrender? Her free nights were officially gone.

From then on, every evening ended the same way: Frank stretched out on her bed, wrapping her in his arms until morning.

To Mona's relief, he really did keep things relatively tame. Sure, he couldn't resist the occasional wandering hand, but he never pushed for more.

Still, the longer it went on, the more uneasy she felt.

It wasn't like she lacked appeal. She was attractive, had the kind of figure men turned their heads for—and Frank had been crazy about her for years.

Yet night after night, despite all that closeness, he never went further than a few sneaky touches.

That left Mona wondering:

Was she not tempting enough...or was Frank simply incapable?

Of course, she kept those thoughts to herself. The last thing she needed was to bruise his ego and trigger some kind of male meltdown—or, wors