Picture Perfect

reminding myself that he was Flynn Rand, ridiculously famous love ‘em and leave ‘em singer. The reminders didn’t work for shit.
    I needed to talk to Jess, wanted her to burst my bubble and bring me back to planet Earth. I’d texted with her a bunch of times since I’d gotten to LA, but had never divulged what was happening with Flynn. I planned to but I wanted to do it face to face. That left me in la-la land with no anchor in the real world. What was happening with Flynn couldn’t be real.
    When we got back to my hotel, Flynn came up to my room. I expected him to kiss me, but instead he asked if I wanted to watch a movie. It was so normal that I couldn’t refuse. I didn’t want him to leave, even though I was scared shitless.
    It was my brilliant idea to watch the movie in the bedroom. “Don’t think I’m being forward or anything, but that daybed couch thing is too small for both of us to sit comfortably. I’m stuffed from dinner and want to spread out. We can hang on the bed like it’s a big couch.”
    We held hands as we watched “ Horrible Bosses ” and the two of us laughed like idiots through the whole thing. When I was with him like that, I forgot about the whole celebrity thing.
    Once the movie ended, Flynn asked if I’d mind watching another one. I was tired but I didn’t want him to leave so I said yes. We chose “ The King’s Speech ,” and during the movie he pulled me against him so that I could curl up under his arm. He smelled so amazing that my mouth actually watered. Who smelled that good? A man’s smell had never gotten to me before, but with Flynn it was making me crazy. I rested my head on his chest and before I knew it the sound of his heartbeat had lulled me to sleep.
    The light streaming through the windows woke me up. It looked to be just after dawn and I was stunned to find that Flynn and I were completely entwined. My head was still resting on his chest, my left arm was underneath his shirt resting against his stomach, his arms were wrapped around me and our legs were wrapped together. Somehow we’d slept the whole night without ever even getting under the covers. That was a shocker. I always needed a blanket of some sort to keep me warm, but just being wrapped in Flynn’s arms had me toasty and comfortable.
    I was dumbfounded by the fact that I’d stayed up against him all night. The few times that I’d slept with Lee, I’d awakened to find him glaring at me and ready with a list of all my nighttime infractions. “You move to fucking much,” he’d say. Gah. Looking back I am so humiliated that I gave that asshat my virginity. There was nothing remotely worthy about him.
    My heart beat like a drum in my chest from the feeling of Flynn’s solid abs under my hand. I knew I was playing with fire, and ever so gently I began to remove my hand. I let out an involuntary gasp when Flynn grabbed my wrist. “I love your hand right where it is,” he rasped. “Go back to sleep baby.”
    Whether because of his words or because I was still drowsy, I snuggled into him again and let my eyes drift shut. The steady rise and fall of his chest sent me back to sleep in no time at all.
    The next time I woke up Flynn was gently running his fingertips over my cheek and was raining kisses on my face. It felt lovely, but I snuggled in closer to his chest, earning a chuckle from him that I felt reverberate under my cheek.
    “It’s time to wake up sweetness. It’s after ten.”
    You could have knocked me over with a feather. I couldn’t believe that we’d slept so long and so soundly. Sitting up, I pushed my hair back and tried to wake up. I groaned when I saw Flynn because he looked crazy hot.
    Knowing that I must look like a hot mess, I jumped from the bed and hauled ass to the bathroom. One look in the mirror confirmed what I already knew; I looked like a mile of rough road. My hair looked like I’d just taken part in an orgy and my eyes were puffy. I also had a horrific case of morning breath thanks to the awesome Mexican dinner the night before. After brushing my teeth, I jumped into the shower and scrubbed up before throwing on a robe and going back into the bedroom.
    Flynn had gotten up and was out in the living area on the phone, which gave me time to throw on panties, shorts and a tee shirt. I walked out into the living area when I was finished and when he saw me he held out his arm and gestured for me to go to him. My stomach was one big butterfly as I walked to him.