Frankie kissed his chest lightly as he squeezed her, and after a few moments she pulled away. "Stay put, okay? I'm gonna get something to put these in. I'll be right back."
Bare feet padded out of the room and down the hall to the kitchen, as quietly as possible. A minute later, Frankie returned with a large Taco Bell cup holding the flowers. "We're not done unpacking... so... I made do." At least it would keep water on the stems until she had time to find a proper vase. She didn't want her flowers wilting overnight.
Placing them on her nightstand, Frankie took a seat on the bed. "So... you picked flowers and drove all the way over here... just to say you're sorry? Weren't you worried Vinnie might kill you?"