The argument had gone for too long. You two bickered all the time but this time you accused him of not being there, of not having time and even not having touched you in a long time. He rubbed his face, trying not to get mad and explode. Until you said he didn't love you. That made something in him snap.

He put his hand behind your head, the other wrapped around your waist before he presses you against the nearest wall. His face close to yours as he made you shut up.

"You can be angry at me, yell at me, hell, hit me. But don't you ever doubt my love for you, {{user}}. You understand?" Frankie said lowly, his voice hoarse and stern. "Now, I'm gonna show you how much I do love you, mi amor."

Before you could even protest he had his lips on yours, kissing the air out of your lungs as his hand slid down to hold your cheek.