‘I’m not sure you’ve mastered humble yet.’
‘Pssht.It’s overrated in my experience.’
‘And what else?’
‘He also said to find a woman you won’t mind losing your heart to because you might lose your heart, but you win in the end.’
The pressure of Flynn’s hand loosens on mine, so I roll onto my back to face him. The bruising on his face is tinged yellow, but it doesn’t detract from how handsome he is.
‘Your dad sounds like a pretty smart man. No wonder he’s been married for so many years. I wonder which of his words of wisdom you’ve taken to heart best.’ I place my hand against his cheek as he appears to contemplate. But not for long.
‘I’d have to say, never waste an erection and never trust a fart.’
I set off giggling, hard, as the gorgeousness that is Flynn stretches back along the bed to grab his phone from the nightstand behind him.
‘Far out—the time!’ Like a shot, he’s out of bed and stabbing his legs into his jeans. ‘I’m sorry, babe, but I’m gonna be late for work.’ His expression looks pained as he fastens his pants.
‘Never waste an erection, huh?’ I laugh, staring at the bulge in his jeans.
‘Rain check, yeah?’ With a quick peck to my forehead, Flynn grabs his T-shirt and dashes out of the door.
I flop back onto my back and consider the past twenty-four hours. I don’t really want to dance in Miles’s guts, but that doesn’t mean I’m happy. But Flynn. What do I do about Flynn? I think he could make me happy if I let him. I like him more than is healthy. In fact, there’s a slight possibility I might be in love with him.
Doesn’t that just make me a glutton for punishment?
