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“I’m just thinking of your best interests, honey…”

“Yeah, well, I think I can figure out my best interests for myself, Dad. I’m not interested in dating just for the sake of it. I’m looking for something meaningful…for a connection that I can’t deny. I doubt I’m going to find that with someone you’ve randomly set me up with.”

I look up, my face flushed with anger, and Flynn’s eyes meet mine across the table. The second I look into his dreamy eyes, I feel a little better. He makes everything better for me. I wish we were alone now. I wish my father would stop being so ridiculous and let us be happy. But even the glance shared between us had piqued Dad’s attention. He looks between the two of us in silence, and then returns to his food without another word.

I quietly seeth for the rest of the meal. My father is ruining what started out as a good day. As we clear the plates, he doesn’t offer to help. Instead, he leaves us to clean up his mess while he sits in front of the TV again. It does nothing to calm the anger within me. I furiously scrape the plates in the bin and then load the dishwasher, glad for the distraction. Even Flynn isn’t chatting now, silently helping me with the post dinner chores. I wish I could tell him how sorry I am. I wish I could fix this mess of a day with a kiss, or a touch, but something tells me that it’s more risky than ever now. Even with my back turned, I feel like my father is somehow watching me from his reclined position on the sofa.

“Hey…Lex…”

I turn around. Flynn is standing quietly behind me, holding something in his hand.

“Want to do the turkey wishbone?” he asks me gently. He’s so much calmer about the whole ordeal of today than me, and it extinguishes some of the fire raging inside me. It’s such a sweet gesture that it melts my heart.

“We’ve never done the wishbone at home.”

He smiles at me. “Then maybe it can be our little tradition.”

Something tells me that we’ll be lucky to finish this Thanksgiving as a pair, let alone future Thanksgivings. But I want to believe that everything will be okay. I want to believe that the wishbone will work. So I hook my pinkie around one end and he does the same on the other side.

“Make a wish,” he says gruffly. I think he knows what I’m going to wish for. Will it still work if he knows, even if I didn’t say it aloud? I’m not sure, but it feels like the last hope for me and him to cling onto.

I pull on the bone and when it snaps, I find myself holding the bigger half. It’s like Flynn wasn’t even trying, letting me have my wish for myself. I close my eyes.

I wish that me and Flynn could be together…forever.

CHAPTER 10

Flynn

I’m sitting alone in my room, trying to concentrate on not going crazy. Knowing that my woman is down the hall, but that I can’t have her is torture. We both agreed before bedtime that it was better if we didn’t see one another tonight. After all the tension at dinner, it seems like an irrational decision to spend the night fucking like we have the rest of this week. We’re so close to being found out at this point that it’s worrying. But it doesn’t stop me from wanting her even more.

I stroke my cock through my pants, trying to ease some of the longing I’m feeling. I could jerk off, but I know it doesn’t compare to being inside her sweet little pussy. I’m throbbing with need with pictures of her face and sexy body running through my mind. I don’t know if I can last the entire night like this.

I can’t remember how I lived before Lexi came into my life. It feels like my life started when she came sashaying up my driveway. Things have changed so much in a matter of days, but I can’t picture my life before her. Now, I can’t picture life after her either.

I don’t know what will happen. She hasn’t finished her education yet…she’s going to have to go back to college. She’ll leave here and we won’t have an excuse to come back together. I’m pretty certain that Eddie will never encourage another meet-up like this one, given how badly it’s gone. I curse his name under my breath. He’s holding me back from everything I’ve ever wanted. I have an urge to hurt him, to get him out of my way so that I can finally be happy. It seems so unfair that I have to suffer just because of him. Sure, his own heart is broken right now, but that should make him more sympathetic to my cause. Even if the prize I want is his daughter.

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