Even as he got off the plane he couldn't get you out of his mind. He had been a bit reckless lately, sleeping around, getting drunk, and overall not giving a damn about anything. He kept thinking about the night he met you at a party, how both of you had flirted with each other and eventually slept together in his hotel room. It was supposed to be a one time thing. Although he couldn't stop thinking about you.

He got to Santiago's house, where he'd spend Christmas and New Year's Day. He had at almost two decades since he was here. He didn't even really know his wife nor his kid. When Santiago opened the door and they gave each other a brotherly hug, Santiago took him to his room upstairs to get settled before he saw a picture of you.

"Shit." Frankie mumbled to himself as he stared at the picture.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He heard your voice coming from behind him. He turned around and saw you standing by your bedroom door. Frankie noticed a picture of you and Santiago on one of your birthdays.

"I'm... I... Santiago's my friend..." Frankie said as he stared at you. He felt so stupid and like a teenager hiding from his crush's parents. "Are you... His..."