Frank cast a sidelong glance at the gentleman in the window seat across the aisle. He noticed the thin lips that turned downward only a little on one side, the upper lip a little more prominent than the lower – which along with the dimpled, jutting chin, caused Frank’s heartbeat to quicken, The man had dark hair, receding in the front, but not yet enough as to be characterized as bald – no, it was a well-shaped forehead of golden brown, to match the skin. The hair on his forearms was a lighter brown than in his head. Frank noticed the smooth, straight hair patterns. And he wondered what the man’s skin felt like. Smooth and soft, yet with the warm roughness of hair. Like a frozen custard, soft on the inside but rough on the outside.
Frank looked at the window at the farmlands below. He sighed. He wished he didn’t have to make this trip back home to close on the apartment. Why hadn’t Marshall save the closing documents when they’d bought the place? Well, it’d be a short trip, and he wouldn’t really have to say anything to Marshall at the closing. Just nod and sign the paperwork. It’d been enough that they’d split everything up when Marshall left and moved in with that thing. But Frank – he’d just get the trip over with as quick as he could.
He looked back over at his neighbor, across the aisle, wondering what crossed his mind. What lurked behind those eyes? Frank thought the man might’ve been startled when their eyes met – but couldn’t be sure. Maybe he’d be at baggage claim. Frank could position himself across the conveyer belt. Perhaps they’d make eye contact and then share a taxi … but no. Frank hadn’t checked his luggage. But the man didn’t know that.
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