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Frank handed his credit card to the concession lady, who handed the bucket of popcorn to me. I ate as Frank grabbed the soda we had bought. We made our way to the theatre and found our seats as the trailers began. It has been over two years since Frank and I had met, but he still drove me crazy. I loved him, not like he thought. No, I was in love with him. At first, I brushed it off as nothing, then as just a little crush, but now it was getting hard to ignore. I spend literally every moment with Frank, and it absolutely kills me, knowing he doesn't feel the same. "Gee? Ya there?" Frank asked, waving his hand in front of my face. "Sorry, just... lost in thought." He raised his eyebrows at me, and it looked like he was going to say something …show more content…

We both shoved our faces with popcorn. I reached my hand into the popcorn and lightly gasped when it touched Frank’s. Frank looked over at me and smirked. I blushed and shyly moved my hand back. Frank rolled his eyes at me while I sat there dying from embarrassment. We went back to watching the movie, and after a few minutes, Frank offered me popcorn again. I grabbed more, and before I knew it, it happened again. I gasped, and Frank slowly threaded his tattooed fingers in with mine. My whole face turned a hideous shade of crimson as he squeezed my hand …show more content…

I pulled him out of the cinema, and into the bathroom. I pushed him into the stall, shutting and locking the door. I pushed him against the wall and reconnected our lips, pinning his arms above his head and deepening the kiss. I flicked my tongue against his bottom lip, and he allowed me to slip it into his mouth. He moaned lightly, and I broke the kiss. He tried to reconnect our lips, but before he could, I slipped my hand under his shirt and pulled it up over his head. I licked my lips and ran my hands down his chest. He moaned slightly louder and then unbuttoned my shirt. I slammed my lips back against his, as Frank jumped up and wrapped his legs around my waist. We ran our hands down each other's torsos and erupted in a chorus of moans. I reached my hand down and started lightly rubbing Frank's bulge through his tight skinny jeans. I didn't notice how loud we were being until I saw a pair of high-heels and two pairs of black boots appear under the door of the locked stall door, followed by a loud knock. "Excuse me, sirs, we're going to have to ask you to leave." the female voice said. "If you refuse, I have security here who will escort you

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