Past Life by C S Winchester

you're here to borrow my spare room, it's still not furnished so you'll just have to bunk in with me.”
    “ Thank you,” she smiled. “But I'm not actually that desperate yet. Give it another few days though and I might well be taking you up on that offer,” she grimaced.
    “ Mi casa, su casa,” he shrugged.
    Just then the reason for Dante's dishevelled look emerged from the bedroom. He looked to be in his twenties and though dark haired, was every bit as attractive as Dante. He smiled and said hello to Frankie, before walking up to Dante.
    “ I left my number on the night stand. I had fun last night; call me.”
    “ I will,” Dante smouldered. They kissed goodbye and the young man left.
    Frankie averted her eyes as they kissed, uncomfortable with their display of affection.
    “ Oh, don't be a prude,” Dante chastised her once the front door had closed behind the other man.
    “ I'm not, I'm just not... used to seeing that.”
    “ What? Two men kissing?”
    “ Yes. It's not that I think there's anything wrong with it, not intellectually but I was raised very traditionally and... I'm sorry.” She sighed.
    “ So even that handsome stud won't convince you to take me up on my offer to stay here?” Dante smirked at her discomfort.
    “ A threesome? Thanks but no thanks.”
    “ Why not? You could do with expanding your horizons, trying new things. Just imagine it, how exciting it would be to do something so wrong,” he taunted her. “Though technically it wouldn't be a threesome. He's only into men, so he would only be sleeping with me.”
    “ And what, I'd get to watch the two of you?” she raised her eyebrows.
    “ No, you'd be sleeping with me too and I'd be sleeping with both of you.”
    Frankie shook her head at the absurdity of that mental image.
    “ Can I ask you something?” When he nodded she continued. “Why... I mean, how can you like both men and women? I mean gay I understand but both? We're so different and-”
    Dante held his hand up to halt her ramblings before she embarrassed herself any more. He stood up.
    “ How can you eat beef and chicken? How can you like chocolate and mints? I like different things at different times.” He closed the space between them and stared down at her, desire shining in his eyes. Frankie almost felt like his prey, as though he was stalking her and a shiver ran down her spine. He picked up her right hand and gently removed her glove.
    “ Women are beautiful,” he said softly. “Whereas men are handsome. Kissing a woman is soft, their lips are pliant and gentle,” he raised his hand to her face and lightly traced the back of one finger over her cheek, down to her mouth and across her lips. “Kissing a man is rough and hard.” He took her hand and ran her fingers over his own stubble.
    Frankie swallowed and her breathing became fast and shallow as Dante slowly walked behind her. She could feel his eyes on her, undressing her, but she felt unable to stop him. Maybe she didn't want to.
    “ Women are rounded, elegant, smooth” he said, his voice as soft as silk as his fingers gently traced the line of her left hip. “They have no sharp edges.” His lips brushed over her shoulder, and his hand trailed around her waist as he came to stand in front of her again.
    “ Men are hard, we ripple and bulge,” he took her hand again and pressed it against his abdomen so that she could feel the muscles there.
    “ Sometimes I like someone soft and feminine; sometimes I like someone hard and firm.” He smiled down at her, and he could see that her eyes were glowing with desire as she stared back; he could hear that her heart was racing and her breathing was shallow. He knew at that moment, he could take her if he wanted to.
    He grinned wolfishly and raised her hand to his lips, kissing the back of it. Then abruptly he stepped away, breaking the spell.
    Frankie blinked and took a few deep breaths. She felt mortified for letting him get to her like that.
    “ I uh, I