Page 71 of The Passion

“That was rude!” I’m pissed off that he didn’t let me explain properly to her and make sure she had settled from the panic attack I gave her.

“Don’t go there, Felisha.” With that, he looks out the window, and the silence has fallen again in the car, and this time I don’t want to fight it.

Ten minutes later, we pull up in front of Flynn’s building, and before I can ask what we are doing here after going to so much effort to avoid being seen at each other’s home, he throws a long coat at me with a hood.

“Put that on and keep your head down. Don’t say a word,” he demands and moves past me, opening the door before his drivereven has time to turn off the car. Standing next to the door, he waits for me to get out. Not even offering his hand to help me tells me how upset he is.

Walking beside him, head down and just watching my feet, we walk into the foyer where the doorman greets him, to which Flynn replies in a mere grunt. Thankfully, the elevator was on the ground floor, and as we shoot up the building, I want to tell him to stop being a dick, but I don’t.

But the moment the door on the elevator closes in his apartment, I let loose.

“I get that you are upset, but that doesn’t give you the right to be an absolute dick to me. Christ, it’s not like I went upstairs and fucked him like he wanted me to.” Damn, sometimes I wish I could just shut my mouth, but tonight just doesn’t seem to be the time I succeed.

The emotions of the night have gotten to me now, and I can’t hold back obviously.

Flynn stops in his tracks, turning and stalking back to me. I almost start laughing because if he were a cartoon character, I would be seeing steam come out of his ears, his eyeballs bulging, and biceps muscles pumping up.

Finally, he touches me by taking my hand, although it’s not in affection. He firmly grasps it and drags me toward his bedroom, through his room and straight into his bathroom.

Not saying a word, he starts undressing me out of the coat and doesn’t stop there. My shirt is unbuttoned, and thankfully my pants zipper cooperates this time, and then he is working on my underwear as I kick off my shoes and step out of my pants.

Standing in the middle of his bathroom completely naked, I should feel vulnerable, but I don’t.

I’m feeling sympathetic toward Flynn and know he needs to do this. As fucked up as it seems, I actually understand it.

Now stripping his clothes off, he steps into the shower and turns it on.

I watch him close his eyes, tipping his head back into the hot streaming water for a minute to collect his thoughts. The moment his eyes open, he opens his arms, and I take the four steps needed into his body, grasping on tight, not wanting to let go.

“We are burning those clothes,” he mumbles into my neck as he buries his head in my hair for a moment.

“I’m not going to have a wardrobe left the way you are going.”

“You’ll hear no arguments from me having you naked all the time.” It’s a relief hearing him make a smart-ass comment back to me and lets me know he is taking as much calming as I am from being skin to skin with each other.

Flynn pulls his head back from the crook in my neck and places the softest kiss on my lips. Not sexual in any way. It was sensual and full of meaning. I’m learning that when Flynn can’t speak his feelings, he shows me in the only way he knows how.

His touch.

Reaching behind me, he takes the shampoo and pours it into his hand and lifts it up onto my head. Spreading it down my long hair, his hands land on my shoulders and he turns me around so my back is to him. I have had my hair washed by hairdressers all my life, but no head massage has ever affected me like the strong fingers that are currently moving in circles with just the right pressure on my scalp.

Flynn then moves on to the soap and very slowly washes every inch of my skin, and not in a sexual way. This is his way of calming his soul and acknowledging his behavior earlier. The strange thing is I’m not looking for an apology from him. We are both at fault in tonight’s debacle. I shouldn’t have gone, and he should have trusted me. It’s evident that neither of us have been in a serious relationship before, so we have a lot to learn.

Shocking him, I then take the soap from him and find the same sense of peace washing him, trying to express to him how much he means to me too. This carries into him wrapping me in the softest cream towel and drying me while he stands with a towel wrapped around his waist. The head massage was amazing but having him stand behind me and brush my hair until there isn’t a knot left is next level. I have no clothes with me except the ones that are on the floor that he has threatened to burn, and the moment I reach for my underwear, he kicks them away.

“You aren’t putting them back on.” This time he takes my hand softly as we walk into his bedroom.

“Flynn, you know this is kind of red-flag behavior you’re showing me,” I say, trying to lighten the mood a little. To which he just shrugs his shoulders as we keep walking. “I’m not walking around your apartment naked.”

“We aren’t at Forrest’s place now. Of course you can. I’ll happily have your pussy all over my furniture.”

And he’s back!

I smack him between his shoulder blades as he stops in front of some drawers in his walk-in closet. Pushing the drawer so it bounces open, he takes out a white t-shirt, similar to the black one he had on in the limousine then turns to me to slip it over my head.

“As much as I would love you naked all night, it’s actually not safe with Sassy around. That demon cat’s claws are like blades, and I don’t want this beautiful peachy white skin marked in any way unless it’s from me.” Once he’s satisfied I’m dressed to his liking, he moves to another drawer and drags on a pair of loose gym shorts, not a pair of underwear between us.

“Don’t talk about Sassy like that, she is adorable and so soft and sweet.” I wonder where she is, and it’s as if the mention of her name makes her materialize in the closet, and as she passes Flynn, she lets out a hiss and then walks to me. Circling myankles, she rubs against me with the deepest purr, and I can’t help but start laughing.

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