Hazel leans back in the chair and we sit in the quiet for a while as she processes everything I’ve just told her. I keep brushing my thumb over her leg, needing to be connected to her. A hundred different thoughts and emotions flicker across her face before she lets out a heavy sigh and the furrow in her forehead softens.
A few moments later her gaze finds mine. “Hey Flynn. Can I ask you a question?”
There’s a sweet, innocent edge to her tone that makes me think I’m not going to like the question but I’m curious so I nod anyway.
“Why do you have a dozen romance books and a biology textbook?”
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INCRIMINATE YOURSELF, WHY NOT, IT WILL BE FUN
Hazel
“No more questions.”
I gape at him. “You said I could ask.”
“Doesn’t mean I have to answer.”
“Oh, but I’m expected to answer all your questions?”
“Yes.”
“Flynn.” I knock his arm with the back of my hand because apparently I’ve reached the playful flirting stage with my stalker. Maybe I should worry about that but right now it feels good to let loose after the heaviness of what Flynn just told me.
He looks heavenwards and sighs. “Fine. The books are Lachlan’s idea of research.”
Confusion digs into my brow. “Research for what?”
Flynn gives me a look and realization dawns. “Oh.” I take in the books and the slight pink tinge to Flynn’s cheeks, the gears in my mind turning. No, surely not.
“Does that mean… are you…”
Flynn raises a brow. “A virgin? Yes.”
Something else occurs to me and my mouth goes a little dry. “Am I…”
“The first girl I touched? Yes.” Flynn curls his hand around my upper thigh. “The only girl I’ll ever touch? Yes.” His freehand hooks under my other thigh and he tugs me to the edge of the chair. “Mine in every possible way? Yes.”
My breath waterfalls out of me. I reach up and rake my fingers through his coal-black hair. This man makes my core tighten with just his words and maybe his obsession should be scary, but nothing has ever made me feel more loved. More protected. More owned.
I’ve gotten used to keeping part of myself hidden since Tommy. He took things that didn’t belong to him so I swore my kisses would always be my own but I’m not sure I want that anymore. On paper, Flynn has violated my life in so many ways, but I told him “no kisses” once and he’s never even tried to take one.
I like being owned by Flynn and maybe my judgement is fucked up because I know how dangerous he can be, but what he shared with me today is confirmation that he’s only killing people who deserve it.
I don’t want to hold back anymore. I want to give him all of me.
I cradle the back of his head in my hands and draw him closer.
“Are you sure?” Flynn whispers against my lips.
I don’t answer, I just close the distance, pressing my lips to his in a burning kiss that ignites every cell in my body.
Flynn lets me lead for a moment and I take the time to explore the soft pillows of his lips but now he’s been given permission, it’s not long before he takes over.
His tongue traces the seam of my lips until I open for him. He groans, his hand coming to my jaw as he dives inside, nipping at my tongue and lower lip until my core is throbbing. By the time we pull apart we’re both breathing hard and I laugh softly against his damp lips.
“Hey Flynn,” I say, “if that kiss and the way you make me come is anything to go by, I’m pretty sure you don’t need the research.”
