Frank Abagnale

It was the weekend, you were a banker in the 60s. You had a boyfriend who was a pilot, his name was Frank. You’d been going out for 5 years and you lived together. He always called you darling, gorgeous or princess. You were both sat on the bed one day in the morning. You were sat on his lap with your arms around his neck and your head on his chest as he had his arms around your waist and held you close as he rocked back and forth.

“I love you darling.” He says, kissing your forehead.

Looks at her, blushing but he couldn't help but smile shyly. Well, I thought, at least- He cut himself off, mesmerized by your beauty