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“Go ahead what?”
“Pick one out!”
Flynn raises an eyebrow. “You want me to –”
“Yes…”
“But I want you to like it. To wear it. You know, I don’t want to –”
I grab his hand and squeeze. “I’ll like it if it’s from you. Whatever it is. Promise.”
He chews on his lower lip. I can tell he’s nervous. Adorable how much weight he’s putting on this. “Alright.” He leans over the display, poring over each and every necklace. I’m not sure how long we’re there for, but it’s long enough that I’m starting to wonder if people are staring.
Flynn finally points to one. “This one.”
I stay back, not wanting to influence his choice, and watch as he hands over several euros to the man. Then, he turns back to me, holding the necklace up in one hand. Dangling there at the end of a leather necklace loop is what looks to be a seabird in flight, polished wings poised for the dive.
“Do you like it?” Flynn asks.
I smile. “Why a bird?”
“Well…” Flynn steps behind me and puts the necklace around my neck. The wood feels much better than the gold. “I guess it’s a bit basic to say you’re free. But that’s what I’ve come to… respect about you. I didn’t understand it until now.”
I touch the bird on my chest and then turn around. “I love it. Thank you.”
“You haven’t even seen it on you.”
I shake my head. “Don’t have to.”
I don’t have to see it to know I love it. “Thank you.”
Flynn considers my face for a long moment. Like he might say something. Something important.
“You hungry?”
Sigh.Maybe next time.
Chapter 13
Flynn
Thedayshavegoneby faster than I would like. Isn’t that the tragedy of happiness? Time just flies when things feel good. When waking up isn’t a chore, and you aren’t slogging through your day from meeting to meeting, life just blows right past you.
Stella makes me feel in the moment. I know it certainly helps that we’re in one of the most idyllic locations on earth; the Mediterranean in summer is proof that Mount Olympus must exist. The glimmering blue waters, open sweeping skies, and craggy, ancient rocks are enough proof for me.
And that says a lot considering I’m a businessman. I don’t work in imagery and metaphors. I like proven facts and figures.
But again, that must be Stella’s doing.
When I am away from her, even if only for a few moments, I find my body and soul yearning to return to her.
I understand why the other guests are starting to get annoyed by us. They don’t realize that what’s happening between us is a honeymoon phase. That our history began just a few days ago, which is why there’s no way we could keep our hands off each other even if our lives depended on it.
Just last night at dinner, Stella’s hand kept inching up my thigh under the table. We thought we were being sly until I caught Adelaide’s eye across the table, her laser stare boring into my soul.
The funny thing was, I didn’t care.
Not about this being her party, not about her being upset with me…
