I felt like vaulting the counter and hugging him, though given there were other people in the store that seemed ill-advised.At least, assuming Flynn wanted a chance to tell his parents himself, rather than have them find out via the always-efficient town rumor machine.I limited myself to a beaming smile, instead.
He sauntered over to the register.“Afternoon, shopkeep.”
I rolled my eyes, but my smile remained undimmed.“Can I help you with something, sir?”
Flynn glanced around, at the rails of clothes and the shelves of old kitchen appliances and ornaments.Then did a double-take, frowning.“Are those snow globes?”
I chuckled.“Yeah, for some reason we had three separate donations this week.Clearly the festive season is over.”
He shook his head, looking bemused.“Well, I was thinking more along the line of pants.”
It seemed as good an excuse as any to glance down.The black jeans fitted him just swell, to my eyes.
“The rail right behind you,” I suggested.
Flynn winked, and then turned to browse.
It was difficult to concentrate, with him being there.No, impossible to concentrate: his presence was like a magnet for my eyes, my attention constantly dragged from the bags I was meant to be sorting, to where he was working with studious focus along the rack.
I’d assumed his request was an unserious one, an excuse for him to come to the store and distract me.Only to be surprised, then, when he finally returned to the counter, a few pairs slung over his arm.
“Can I try them on?”
I gestured at the cubicle.
Somehow, focusing on the donations was just as difficult, with the knowledge that Flynn was getting changed only a matter of feet away from me.
The clatter of the curtain rail made me look up, sharply.Just in time to see him beckon me over.
Gingerly, like I was walking into a trap, I crossed the store.
“What do you think?”He turned, craning over his shoulder to see his ass.
They were perfectly nice slacks, in a serviceable corduroy.“They look fine to me.Maybe a bit short?”
Flynn chuckled.“I forget whether that’s fashionable or not, now.I’ll try another pair.”
I went to step away, but he caught me by the arm.Looking at me pointedly, until I stopped trying to pull from his grip.
The curtain was still only half-drawn, but my body just about blocked the rest of the doorway.Or, at least, I hoped it did, since Flynn seemed eager to strip off what he was wearing.
I swallowed, past the lump in my throat, at the sight of him down to his briefs.Crisp white, the waistband only just covered by the hem of his t-shirt.
“Were you missing me?”
The question was like a jolt, a reminder that we were not only in public, but where I worked.My face burned.
“Maybe.”
Flynn smirked, knowingly.To give him his due, it wasn’t like I’d been all that discreet as I checked him out.
“I missed you,” he said, softly.Voice low enough that I knew it would only be paranoia that had me glancing around the store to see if we were being overheard.
Which meant I glanced around, of course, as my self-consciousness swelled.The smirk was only wider by the time I met his eye again.
“I realized I don’t have enough photos of you,” he continued, still holding my gaze.“I was having to entertain myself from memory alone.”
“How inconvenient for you.”
