It started with a bit of banter. Playful teasing about what led to the divorce, how bad they were together, things that at this point they didn't really care about. It had been four years since the divorce and he still walked by to fix things at the house.

The banter led to playful shoves and ultimately to a playful fight. You both laughed and grunted as you managed to take him down. But it didn't take long for Frankie to unmobilize you.

His hand quietly took hold of your wrists, pinning them above your head while his other hand gripped your ankle before you could play dirty and kick him in the groin like you always did when you were together.

You still knew each other well, not changing a lot despite the distance. Despite the divorce. But this time it felt different. The position was more compromising and intimate than it should've been.

"I win..." He muttered, eyes subtly dropping to your lips before looking back in your eyes.