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“Shh!” She and Flynn had talked about sex and dating plenty but now that his physical presence was more present than ever, she felt strangely shy about the topic.
He chuckled and ate his waffle, shaking his head as he cut another piece precisely along the squares.
“It’s not funny. It was a choice.”
“Aren’t you going mad?”
“Are you?”
His pleasant smile faded and there was a brief, poignant moment where their eyes met and the rest of the dining room faded into the background. She counted her heartbeats—one, two, three—and then Flynn blinked and the moment was over.
“I’m failing at cheering you up,” she said.
“No. I started it. I have no right to judge you for your choices, Douglas.”
“Well. Thanks. I just...didn’t want to be attached to the wrong guy again. Sex makes everything blurry.”
“God. Dating.” He made a face. “I’m not in the market—”
“Actually, you are at the Market.”
His smile was a victory in itself.
“I’m not in the market,” he repeated, “for a relationship or a date. Gage and Reid think sex is going to magically fix everything. But you’re right. It won’t.”
That was a relief. She didn’t want him to go find someone else either. It was too soon.
“Sex has a way of uncovering feelings you’ve been ignoring.”
His blue eyes grew dark as he studied her.
“What do you mean?” he asked after a pregnant pause.
“In the same way alcohol acts as truth serum, sex makes you face facts. Like if the attraction wasn’t actually there, and when you have sex it’s dull. Or, on the flip side of that same coin, if there is a spark, sex heightens every sensation and it’s incredible.”
Flynn’s cheeks went a ruddy, pinkish color. “Incredible?”
“Sometimes.” She swallowed thickly. “Unless it’s just me.”
“It might be you,” he muttered cryptically before grabbing another slice of bacon. “Help me eat this.”
Sabrina’s statement at breakfast followed Flynn around like a bad omen.
“Sex has a way of uncovering feelings you’ve been ignoring.”
He’d like to believe that wasn’t true, but it felt true. Right about now, watching her with an itchy, foreign sort of need,it felt really, really true.
“Stop grimacing,” she whispered as the cheese tour continued.
Their group of eight dairy-delighted couples were eating their way through various artisanal cheeses and the tour wasn’t half over yet. Their guide, head cheesemonger Cathy Bates—yes, that was her real name—had just served samples of blueberry-covered goat cheese. Sabrina must’ve assumed that was what turned his mood.
“Who can eat this much cheese? No one,” he growled under his breath.
Sabrina shot him a feisty smile that was like a kick in the teeth. It rattled his brains around in his skull and his entire being gravitated closer to her. Until this morning, he’d never laid out their timelines and dating habits side by side. They’d never talked about how they were always overlapping each other with other people.
It was an odd thing to notice.
Whyhad Sabrina noticed?
