[ She moves in, Frank shifts just enough to give her room. Like she's the one who has to work for it, when he's the one who invited her in the first place. The hand on her chin moves around to the back of her neck, fingers splayed. Nothing too firm, neither dialed toward affection or control. It could be, though, and Jem has probably met enough men like Frank to know where it'd land. ]
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I didn't ask if you could stay.