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Her heart skipped a beat, and she swallowed hard. She would love to, but she couldn’t. It was too dangerous for their friendship.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea. We’re drunk.”

“I’m only a little buzzed. It makes sense. We can have movie night every night when we’re both home. There’s space for a darkroom. You’ll have your own bedroom and bathroom. I won’t charge you rent. You can take some time to find the perfect place of your own.”

Flynn smiled hopefully at her.

Her heart fluttered with anticipation. How wonderful would that be? Her gaze trailed over his jaw and up his features. She could totally live with Flynn’s sexiness.

Abruptly, her thoughts halted. Wait, no. She couldn’t. Being around him constantly would ruin their friendship. Especially now that these weird feelings kept happening.

She forced a smile and said, “Thank you. I have to finish tour and we have studio time booked when it’s done so I’ll let you know when I get a chance to slow down. It’s all in the air right now.”

Flynn nodded. He tried to hide it, but she could see the disappointment on his face. He knew that was a no. Flynn said, “Take your time. Finish tour. Do what you gotta do. Standing offer.”

She reached across the table and took his hand. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

He clasped her fingers with his. “You’re welcome.”

Their gazes met right as a shriek rang through the diner. “Oh my God, Flynn’s here!”

Flynn frowned. “Shit. Fans,” he muttered. “I’m too buzzed for fans.”

Flynn let go of Polly’s hand and pulled out his wallet. He tucked some bills, more than enough to cover their food and tip, under his half-eaten plate. Flynn shoved his wallet back into his pocket and stood. He reached a hand out to Polly.

She grabbed his hand and quickly they stumbled out a side door, away from where the small group of fans waited at the front of the restaurant.

* * *

Polly and Flynn both giggled as they pushed through the hotel room door.

They entered the room and shut the door. They each fumbled toward the beds, and Polly fell into hers first.

Instead of climbing into his own bed, Flynn climbed into Polly’s bed behind her.

“Sweet dreams, Polly.”

“Sweet dreams, Flynn.”

He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her against him, and they fell asleep wrapped in each other.

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