Frankie was clueless. She had no idea there was this big, internal struggle going on within Nathaniel. His kisses were no different. His hold on her was as passionate as ever. And he was making her skin turn red from the heat she felt within. It all felt wonderful and perfect.
She'd managed to get his shirt unbuttoned, and was about to follow suit with his pants, when he stopped kissing her. Frankie was a little out of breath, and her cheeks and lips were greatly flushed. At first, she was too distracted to hear the underlying tone in his voice. "You can tell me anything," she said in a breathy voice, her expression coy, "Just keep touching me." But as she looked at him more carefully, she saw the worry in his eyes.
Frankie's hands left the top button on his pants and went to cup his cheeks. "What's wrong?" Now she sounded worried too. Maybe something had happened. Immediately, all sorts of terrible things sprang to mind, the worst of them being that maybe he was about to break up with her. Maybe he'd cheated on her and needed to confess! Her body temperature started to cool, and she looked downright scared.