Frankie laughed a little more and rubbed her thumb over his lips, looking at them. "Had a few years of practice myself... on my hand." It was the truth. She'd not kissed a boy until she was twenty-two. That was a LONG time to wait for a partner in that department. She often wondered if it was the source of her sex drive. She'd kept that shit pent up for so long that now she just wanted it all the damn time! She really wanted Wesley right now, as was evident by how warm she was getting. Her hair had even begun to spark. Frankie didn't mess with it, but she did notice another problem.
Sitting up suddenly, Frankie's hand went to her neck. "Fuck." She wasn't wearing her amulet. She really needed to keep it with her at all times! It was as bad as a guy who didn't bring condoms. You never knew what might happen to require they be used.