ghosts
It’s weird. It’s a totally involuntary twitch, some sort of reflex, because that name - Melissa King - tugs at something small and malformed in the back of his mind. He can’t even get a good look at her. From where he stands he can just see the slim line of her shoulders and, briefly, when she turns, the soft profile of her face. It’s a quick but full-feeling impression, almost like he already knows her and can fill in the gaps. He can picture her so clearly. He knows the shape of her eyebrows and the exact upturn of her nose. The freckles on her naked back. Her thighs, soft and so sensitive. Give him a pen and paper and he thinks he could sketch every inch of her. Oh, right, it feels like - Mel. There you are.
There's something strange about Mel King. Frank is the only one who seems to notice.
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