I'm okay... conditionally

Jesus Christ, that was either smooth as hell or creep as fuck. I'm not the flirting type but I had to let him know I was interested somehow.
I was still parked in front of his house. I was switching gears when I heard shouting. He's probably fighting with his significant other.
Is it wrong of me to hope they break up?
Yes. It is, Gerard.
I decide that I shouldn't linger or interfere so I began taking the drive home. I soon realize it won't be nearly as quick as coming. Lonely car rides are the worst.
I wonder if he'll think about me or if he and his man 'kiss and makeup'. I find myself frowning at the thought of anyone fucking Frank.
I was still rolling my eyes when I got out of my car. I took a deep breath and hoped that Ray would realize him ridiculous his question was from earlier.
He wasn't on the couch but I remembered seeing his car outside. I slipped off my jacket and shoes and let them hit the floor. I stopped to the kitchen on my way upstairs to get something to chew on, a bad habit of mine, I'll admit. It was the reason I had a bit more chub around the middle than most other guys my age but, it was easy to hide and not visible through my clothes.
Making my way upstairs, I heard gentle snores. Ray, of course. I was a bit tired too. Maybe I could just lay with him. I sighed to myself and thought against it, he's a violent sleeper and I was not it the mood to be kicked in the balls.
I stripped to my boxers and gazed at my reflection in the full body mirror. I noticed Ray's creepy staring and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned around and gave my best disappointed look. Truth was I liked when he gave me that hungry stare.
I missed when Ray and I used to hook up and as much as I loved his fiancé, I still wouldn't mind messing around with him.
He got up off of my bed and walked behind me. He wrapped his arms around my hips and placed his head in the crook of my neck. His hands were soon roaming my chest and my previous thought of wanting to have sex with him went away instantly. I felt disgusting so I turned and pushed him off me.
"Ray, you're engaged. No." I said, not meeting his glance.
"So? She doesn't have to know. Why can't we, Gee?" He replied.
"Because I said no, Ray. Go home please." He hugs me and mumbles a sorry before grabbing his coat and rushing out of my door.
I stood in place for a while, thinking. Was I really not willing to have sex over someone who I have no romantic attachment to? A question that goes without answer though.
Knock knock
'Not another one of those. Last time someone knock they nearly stole my heart.'
I giggled at my own joke and went to check the peep hole. Sure enough, it was Frank, in worse condition than last time. He was crying again and a violent shadowy color was spread across his right cheek, threatening heavily to bruise.
The instant yelling when he got in the house, the being stranded, the heated phone cal. I really should have known.
I opened the door.
"What happened?" Knowing full well what happened, it was rude to assume, so I asked.
"He hit me. I couldn't fight back, I'm too weak. Even if I could, I'd never hurt anyone." He cried. I let him in and told him to sit while I redressed. I could still hear his whimpers when I pulled my shirt over my head.
When I was walking down the stairs I couldn't hear them anymore so I panicked a bit. He wasn't even on the sofa. What is it with men disappearing from my sofa.

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