Page 33 of Before It Was Love

I push her hair off her face. It’s as silky soft as I remember.

Too bad I won’t be touching it again.

Chapter 11

You’re not my knight in shining armor and don’t you forget it.

Sophia

Iroll my head to the side and the smell of woodchips and teak oil hits me. I sniff to gather the scent in my lungs. Flynn’s smell always reminds me of woodworking class in high school and my dad’s hardware store. Two of my favorite things in the world.

Hold on. Flynn’s smell? Why am I smelling Flynn?

I force my eyes open but the second the bright light hits me, I slam them closed again. “Why is it this bright in the bar? Is it closing time already?”

Flynn chuckles. “We’re not in the bar, and I didn’t want to drop you while I carried you upstairs.”

Carry me upstairs? I realize his arms are around me as he carries me bridal style up the stairs. I should probably squirmfor him to let me down. But I’m not an idiot. If this is the only time I’ll ever be in Flynn’s arms, I’m going to enjoy it.

I wrap my arms around his neck and snuggle into his hold. I sigh as his scent envelopes me. What I wouldn’t give to have his scent on the pillow next to mine in my bed every night.

He kicks the door to my bedroom open and switches on the light. “You good now?”

“Why wouldn’t I be good?”

He sets me on my feet. “Maybe because you drank too much and passed out in my truck.”

“I did not drink too much.” I have no recollection of how much I drank but if I’m still standingandwearing my clothes, it wasn’t too much. “Look. I can touch my index finger to my nose while hopping like a bunny.”

I demonstrate by touching my nose and hopping around the room while humming something about Peter Cottontail.

Fynn crosses his arms over his chest and glares at me, but his lips are turned up in a barely there smile. He’s amused and trying to hide it. I see you, Flynn Ryland. You can’t hide from me.

“I’m pretty sure the sobriety test doesn’t include bunny hopping.”

“Too bad,” I say as I stop in front of him. “Who doesn’t enjoy bunny hopping?”

“Hopping around your bedroom doesn’t exactly prove you’re sober.”

I wag a finger at him. “I never said I was sober. I said I didn’t drink too much. There’s a distinct difference.”

“If you aren’t drunk, why did you pass out in my truck?”

Maybe because I didn’t sleep much last night since I spent most of the night locking down my muscles before I ran down the hallway and pounced on him.

I don’t say those words, though. Nope. I’m in control of the words coming out of my mouth. See? Totally sober!

I roll my eyes instead. “I didn’t pass out. I fell asleep. Not the same thing.”

He scowls. “If you weren’t drunk, why’d you let some guy feel you up on the dance floor?”

He reminds me of a jealous lover. I shiver as I imagine how it would feel to have Flynn jealous because of me. I’d probably make him jealous on purpose. Just to view the storm clouds in those ocean blue eyes.

But there’s no reason to be jealous. Nothing happened. A little innocent dance.

“He didn’t feel me up. We were dancing until you crashed in and dragged me away, caveman.”

“He had his hands all over you.”

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