see him filling two glasses with beer. He looks up at me and flashes that sexy smile that melts the hearts and panties of women everywhere. He has to be the best looking man I’ve ever met, even more so than Rhys, and that’s saying something.
Women would pay to be in my position. How many times have I seen his half naked muscular body, laid on his chest while watching scary movies, cuddled in bed during a thunderstorm? I get homemade chicken soup when I’m sick and killer foot rubs after a tough workout. Flynn would be an awesome boyfriend, but he won’t let anyone in. No emotions, just sex. We’re the same that way. Funny, but my heart is filled with all kinds of emotions for him. Maybe that’s why the idea of sex with him has always scared the shit out of me.
“Hey, gorgeous,” Flynn says, handing me a beer. “Pizza’s on its way.”
“Great.” I plop down next to him, take the beer, and sip the froth off the top. “Mmm, good.”
“Yeah, it really is.” He takes a drink of his and glances at me. I catch his eyes roaming over my body, something I admit to enjoying. I could be more modest around the house, but why should I? This is how I would dress if I lived alone.
“I’ve been thinking about getting a new tattoo,” Flynn announces.
“Oh yeah? What do you want?”
“Not sure yet, but I was thinking something to honor my Scottish heritage. Maybe the flag or something.” He points to a blank space on his upper arm while I envision him once again in a kilt. Damn. “I want something here.”
“Yeah, that’s a good spot.”
“Want to come with?”
“Of course.”
“Good, you can hold my hand. You know how wimpy I get.”
I laugh. “Yeah, it’s the only time you are.”
“Shit hurts.” We look up when we hear the intercom beep. “I’ll get it.”
“I’ll get plates and napkins.” I jump off the couch and head into our kitchen, deciding to grab the Patron off the top of the fridge. I think a few shots would take the edge off. I can’t stop thinking of a naked Flynn, and that’s not good.
Back in the living room, Flynn opens the pizza box as I set out the plates.
“Patron?” he asks, eyeing the bottle.
“Just a couple of shots.”
“Sounds good to me.”
I open the bottle and take a long swig of it, handing it to Flynn as it burns through my insides. He takes a drink, shaking his head, and laughing.
“Damn, that shit is good, but it burns.”
“Right?” Taking my plate, I lift a slice of pizza, blow on it, and take a bite. “Mmm, so good.”
“Yeah, I love this place.” He smiles, taking a sip of his beer. “So, you and Rhys. You gonna keep seeing him?”
“I think so.”
“You like him?”
“Enough. He’s nice and funny. I’m attracted to him.”
“That’s cool.”
“Yeah. What about you? Any prospects?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “Hey, you never gave me Jill’s number.”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot.”
“I don’t need it right now anyway. With things picking up at the restaurant, I need to be all in there.”
“True.” I smile. “It’s exciting, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, for sure. Rhys was a blessing.”
“A well deserved one.” I lift the bottle of Patron. “Here’s to our dreams coming true.” I take another shot, then hand Flynn the bottle and he does the same.
“To dreams coming true,” he says.
I take another bite of pizza as Flynn turns on the TV and surfs through some channels. The effects of the shots settle over me, warming me from the inside out. Especially the spot between my legs. What I wouldn’t give…
“What?” Flynn asks.
“Nothing. What?”
“Uh, you’re staring at my crotch.”
I laugh. “Oh, my bad. I was just, uh, nothing.”
Grinning, Flynn leans close, moving my hair off my shoulder. “Patron shots starting to hit?”
I nod. “Yeah, and I’m horny as fuck.”
“Maybe you should call Rhys. I’m sure he’d help out.”
“I don’t want to call Rhys.” Leaning forward, I kiss
Women would pay to be in my position. How many times have I seen his half naked muscular body, laid on his chest while watching scary movies, cuddled in bed during a thunderstorm? I get homemade chicken soup when I’m sick and killer foot rubs after a tough workout. Flynn would be an awesome boyfriend, but he won’t let anyone in. No emotions, just sex. We’re the same that way. Funny, but my heart is filled with all kinds of emotions for him. Maybe that’s why the idea of sex with him has always scared the shit out of me.
“Hey, gorgeous,” Flynn says, handing me a beer. “Pizza’s on its way.”
“Great.” I plop down next to him, take the beer, and sip the froth off the top. “Mmm, good.”
“Yeah, it really is.” He takes a drink of his and glances at me. I catch his eyes roaming over my body, something I admit to enjoying. I could be more modest around the house, but why should I? This is how I would dress if I lived alone.
“I’ve been thinking about getting a new tattoo,” Flynn announces.
“Oh yeah? What do you want?”
“Not sure yet, but I was thinking something to honor my Scottish heritage. Maybe the flag or something.” He points to a blank space on his upper arm while I envision him once again in a kilt. Damn. “I want something here.”
“Yeah, that’s a good spot.”
“Want to come with?”
“Of course.”
“Good, you can hold my hand. You know how wimpy I get.”
I laugh. “Yeah, it’s the only time you are.”
“Shit hurts.” We look up when we hear the intercom beep. “I’ll get it.”
“I’ll get plates and napkins.” I jump off the couch and head into our kitchen, deciding to grab the Patron off the top of the fridge. I think a few shots would take the edge off. I can’t stop thinking of a naked Flynn, and that’s not good.
Back in the living room, Flynn opens the pizza box as I set out the plates.
“Patron?” he asks, eyeing the bottle.
“Just a couple of shots.”
“Sounds good to me.”
I open the bottle and take a long swig of it, handing it to Flynn as it burns through my insides. He takes a drink, shaking his head, and laughing.
“Damn, that shit is good, but it burns.”
“Right?” Taking my plate, I lift a slice of pizza, blow on it, and take a bite. “Mmm, so good.”
“Yeah, I love this place.” He smiles, taking a sip of his beer. “So, you and Rhys. You gonna keep seeing him?”
“I think so.”
“You like him?”
“Enough. He’s nice and funny. I’m attracted to him.”
“That’s cool.”
“Yeah. What about you? Any prospects?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “Hey, you never gave me Jill’s number.”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot.”
“I don’t need it right now anyway. With things picking up at the restaurant, I need to be all in there.”
“True.” I smile. “It’s exciting, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, for sure. Rhys was a blessing.”
“A well deserved one.” I lift the bottle of Patron. “Here’s to our dreams coming true.” I take another shot, then hand Flynn the bottle and he does the same.
“To dreams coming true,” he says.
I take another bite of pizza as Flynn turns on the TV and surfs through some channels. The effects of the shots settle over me, warming me from the inside out. Especially the spot between my legs. What I wouldn’t give…
“What?” Flynn asks.
“Nothing. What?”
“Uh, you’re staring at my crotch.”
I laugh. “Oh, my bad. I was just, uh, nothing.”
Grinning, Flynn leans close, moving my hair off my shoulder. “Patron shots starting to hit?”
I nod. “Yeah, and I’m horny as fuck.”
“Maybe you should call Rhys. I’m sure he’d help out.”
“I don’t want to call Rhys.” Leaning forward, I kiss
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