CHAPTER 132

BOLTS APART

Frank returned with a bottle of vodka and a smile. Clara sat down next to him and nestled against his chest.

"Ah, I needed this today, some drinks and a shoulder to lean on, you know?" Clara said.

"No sex, of course, right? I was just joking when I invited you, just so you know. I noticed you had been crying and wanted to know if you want to talk about it," Frank replied.

"You're adorable, but I'm fine now," Clara reassured him.

"Bad day?" Frank asked.

"Bad night too," she replied, looking up at him and kissing him. His lips were soft and tasted like vodka. Frank responded to her kiss, enveloping her lips with his. Their tongues intertwined, and the kiss grew more intense. Clara was careful not to put too much weight on him, aware of his physical condition. She adjusted herself on the couch to kiss him better.

"Clara, my dear," Frank gently pushed her away. "You're delightful, but can we just stick to drinking?"

"Oh, of course, I'm sorry, Frank," she moved away from him.

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