Page 56 of Polly

Polly slid his phone across the table to him. “Where are the locations on your list exactly?”

“Not far, don’t worry.”

Polly pursed her lips. “Okay, fine. But I can’t miss the show.”

“You won’t. Don’t worry.”

“My list first?” she asked.

“Sure.”

“I hope you’re ready for a full day. We have a lot to cover.”

Flynn smiled. He crossed to his luggage, pulled on a ball cap, and tossed one to her. “Lead the way.”

Polly and Flynn spent a beautiful fall day touring Boston. They visited the Boston Public Library, the Paul Revere House, and the New England Aquarium, where Polly got a great picture of Flynn posing in front of the sea turtles. They stopped for ice cream before they left the aquarium. Soon, they headed to the Visitors Information Center, where they joined the Freedom Trail walking tour led by a guide dressed as a colonial, who showed them many of the attractions from Boston Common to Faneuil Hall. They had a wonderful day out, where they laughed, chatted, and enjoyed each other’s company.

After the guide ended his tour, the two continued to walk and visited the rest of the attractions on the trail that weren’t covered on the guided tour. They walked all afternoon and, when the sun set, they walked to the venue for Polly’s show.

Flynn waited backstage and watched the performance. Polly played her best show ever, Flynn would tell her later.

After the show, a private car took them back to the hotel.

Flynn unlocked the door and gestured for Polly to go first. She entered the room and dropped her purse on a chair. She turned and waited for Flynn.

He shut the door and approached her.

Flynn smiled and cupped her jaw with his palm. He brushed his thumb over her cheek.

“I had fun today,” he said.

She pressed her cheek into his hand. “Me, too.”

“This was the best day I’ve had in a long time. Thank you.”

His eyes met hers and she could see his happiness.

“Same.”

Flynn leaned close and brushed his lips to hers, softly. Polly sucked his lip into her mouth. Flynn groaned and threaded his fingers into Polly’s hair. He deepened the kiss. They kissed and nibbled and teased.

Polly lifted Flynn’s shirt and slid it up his torso.

He broke the kiss. “How far do you want to take this?”

“All the way.”

“Are you sure? Only if you’re comfortable.”

She kissed his tattooed chest, bared from lifting his shirt. “I’m sure. I want you, Flynn.”

“Mmm, okay then.”

Instantly, he peeled his shirt off and disposed of hers, too.

His hands wrapped around her hips, and his mouth pressed kisses to her neck.

He guided her toward the bed and slid their jeans off along the way.

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