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He drops my hand and then uses both of his to pick me up. I giggle as he backs me up against the wall and then continues to kiss me, this time without needing to bend down to reach me.
I cup his face in my palms and revel in being face-to-face with him. His cheeks are scratchy with light stubble, but his lips are soft.
Blood pounds in my ears as we keep kissing. I loop my arms around his neck, and he squeezes me to him until there’s no space between us. He’s every bit as good of a kisser as I imagined. I never want to stop, but too soon he’s setting me down and standing tall. I’m dizzy with sensation when Greer comes running back into her room.
“Can we read another story?” she asks as she climbs into bed.
I manage to compose myself, or at least I attempt to, as I walk over to her bed. “Not tonight.”
“Can you at least sing me a song?”
Nodding, I pull up the covers over her feet. She wiggles down until only her head is visible. Quietly I sing the first verse and chorus of “Dream a Little Dream”. I’m not a great singer, but I don’t have time to be self-conscious because Greer joins in, and her voice overpowers mine.
As soon as we’re done, she yawns.
“Get some sleep.” I give her a hug and a kiss.
When I get up, she signs what I assume is good night to Flynn.
He grins. “Night, germ.”
She giggles.
I turn off the light as Flynn and I step out of the room and close the door behind us.
I stop with my back against the door and laugh quietly.
“We almost got caught.”
“I don’t want to throw the kid under the bus, but I don’t think she brushed her teeth for two minutes.” His mouth quirks up on one side.
His head dips, and he brushes his lips over mine again.
“Mom, can you leave the door open?” Greer yells from inside her room.
Flynn steps back with a quiet chuckle and I push her door open.
“Night,” I say to her again.
Flynn and I go to the living room. He sits down on the couch, and I take a seat next to him. He drops one open palm to my thigh.
I am buzzing with adrenaline, giddy and light. God, how long has it been since I had a kiss that made me feel this way? Maybe never.
Flynn groans and then makes a tsk noise. “I know what you’re thinking and I’m not a piece of meat.”
A surprised laugh bubbles up in my chest and slips out. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was only thinking about laundry.”
It’s the first thing that came to mind and a complete lie. And judging by the cocky look on his face, he knows it too.
“I watched the game,” I say, changing the topic before I admit that I want to climb into his lap and tear off all his clothes.
“Yeah?” he asks as the corners of his mouth lift.
I nod. “You pitched a good game.”
He runs a hand through his hair. “I did okay. Still struggling to dial it in, but we got the job done today.”
“I don’t know what dialing it in means, but I’m confident you’ll figure it out.”
