I knew he wasn't thinking I was that smart at that moment. It seemed to have been an answer given with reason, and not the heart, but I was being sincere. Maybe only at that moment I had been totally honest with him from the moment we met. Because I loved the weather and its cheating. I loved the dark and stormy sky, because it could be deadly. A deadly beauty. But I couldn't explain it to him, so I let him think he was more cultured and intelligent for admiring the stars and any luminous being in the sky, while I admired everything that was sad and dangerous, like thunder."Do your friend know that you are bringing someone tonight? "I asked."Oh, you know," he replied quickly. And I noticed that maybe he was lying when he said he used to spend his time alone and having his meals. I wasn't stupid enough to believe that a man like Flynn Ashton would spend any time alone. Then he stretched between our seats and pulled a large and heavy fabric from the rear seats. "Take it. Wear my overc
Flynn gave me such an indecent look, so immoral, that I had to look away and get busy contouring the tablecloth drawings with my fingertips. I hated that feeling of letting my body give itself so much to him, even in the moments when he wasn't touching me. But I had to admit, it was very exciting to be talking nonsense to someone without having to contain myself or having to annul everything that really amused me. Despite the regrets, Flynn still seemed the only person I could act with without thinking, and he would be there to laugh.I didn't feel that way even in my period of dating Cristiano. At that time I felt that I was always under constant pressure of wanting to please him. With Flynn it was different. It was natural. He seemed really made for me, and I tried to adapt to what he was looking for, without realizing that I was just acting as I normally would."I also like to eat," he echoed. "It's very good for my immunity, by the way. I can't even remember when I got a bad flu.”
When the rain fell in a lightning-free storm, we went back to the car and left for my house. The real intention was that Flynn would just leave me at home and leave, even though he drank more than he should and was not so prudent at the wheel. However, as soon as he parked in front of my apartment and we went out in the rain, I got soaked immediately and it was no use running to shelter under the roof of the building. In addition to the rain, there was also the strong wind, so we had not taken more than five steps until the clothes were heavy and the body was completely wet."I hope you don't get the flu," he said, smiling against the waters that slid furiously on his face. The hair he had left stuck in a bun was now loosening with the force of rain against his head, and some strands clung against his forehead. "Especially because it will be my fault.”I had a laugh that was muffled by the sound of rain around us. The taste of the water was pure and involved my words even before I cou
Flynn Ashton followed me to the entrance of my apartment, and started grumbling on his cell phone while calling the insurance company, because he believed they would arrive much faster than waiting for dawn to bring a mechanic. However, he was not even answered for the thirty minutes he tried to make the call, and grumbled for a good five minutes later saying that they did not provide support twenty-four hours of crap at all.He entered my apartment totally distracted, still involved in his cloud of anger because someone was not meeting the expectations he expected, and this made me write down another dubious characteristic of his nature. The easiest way to get to know someone for real is to see their reaction when listening to a no, or their way of treating those who are somehow below them. And I didn't like most of the complaints made by Flynn, even though he was laughing as if he were a grumpy old man whose lawn had been invaded by children, because I didn't want him to realize tha
Flynn sketched the least of the concerns, acting better than I expected when listening to that. For a moment, as I said, I thought that his pride could speak louder and that he would retreat, but on the contrary, he supported both hands next to my head and leaned down, watching my mouth and not my eyes."I agree to keep getting to know each other and see what this can happen. But don't ask me to be discreet, Tasha. When I want something, I go to the end. And all I want right now is to unravel each of its mysteries, even if it takes a few days or a long time.”I knew that. In fact, I really expected him to go all the way, even if there was no chance of a happy ending to that fairy tale inside out, I wanted him to strive to the last drop. And I realized the promises he made through beautiful words.No man who has just met a woman will say on his second date that he would like to spend years with her to discover her secrets. He said this to try to reach some place that no other man has b
However, what I questioned the most was the fact that Flynn didn't need to prove to be a person he wasn't. He would probably be able to beat me with his jokes, he didn't need to say all the time between the lines that he wanted to delve into that relationship. Because options I knew he had, and many. So, if he was trying to seduce me with that little game of depressed man who didn't feel important to anyone, it's because there was much more beyond what I could find in my investigations. And, unfortunately, I would only find out if I agreed to embark on that game of seduction that would probably end my heart even more.Flynn replied to his ex-wife saying that he did not miss her and would never forgive everything that happened, but that if she wanted to talk, he was willing. And they were exchanging accusations for so long that I was bored and decided to take my shower. I rubbed my body while thinking about my next steps.Flynn would certainly be in my bed at that very moment thinking t
My cell phone alarm clock went off at six fifteen in the morning. I, who stayed awake even though sleep was trying to take everything from me, didn’t have much trouble getting out of bed and going to the kitchen to prepare a basic breakfast for Flynn and me. He, on the other hand, remained out for a long time, until the smell of scrambled eggs reached the room and he stuck himself in the bathroom for a moment later to come to meet me."Good morning, my dear," he hummed, surprising me with a hug from behind.I couldn't help but feel stuck in a romantic comedy movie. Not even in my seven months adapting to the relationship with Cristiano could I experience half of the sensations that Flynn was awakening in my body. And he was masterfully managing to make every part of my heart choose to give himself to him, even though my head focused on not letting him take over my thoughts all the time. I would like to know if he felt the same way."Good morning, Mr. Ashton," I returned in a low voice
My cell phone vibrated when a message arrived on Flynn's cell phone, while he was still on a call with the insurance company. It was a woman named Carmen. As far as I remembered last night, this woman had her conversation archived on his cell phone, and she didn't have a photo that revealed to be very well taken care of. She looked older, and the message she sent him said that she couldn't clean the house that weekend, because she had contracted a very strong flu. I was relieved to understand that she was just another employee of her life. However, there was still another woman, whose photo I couldn't open so that he wouldn't realize that someone was accessing his phone, and that I couldn't see much in the standard size of photos in the application.But my biggest concern was realizing that he was still talking to his ex-wife. She had sent a good morning message, and he replied, although he didn't send any emoticons. I didn't know what would have been the reason why his ex-wife had be