Picture Perfect

of our meals for the length of the tour.
    “Flynn! That’s awesome! I was seriously worried that I was going to rage out at some point without my stress-relief outlet.”
    That made me shake my head and laugh. “Seriously, babe? Raging out? I don’t see it.”
    “Uh, yeah. I’m a normal person Flynn, and I get fired up about things. I’ve got a temper, but instead of blowing up at everyone, I work it out so that I don’t go on a one-woman smack-a-thon.
    Fuck me…. YES PLEASE. I heard every word she said, and the idea of Tessa fired up was a serious fucking turn-on. She was so passionate as it was that I couldn’t even fathom how hot she’d be if she was pissed off. I made a mental note to make sure to stick close to her if she looked like she was about to blow. I wanted to be around for that… as long as I wasn’t the person she was pissed at. I was all about reaping the benefits, even though I never wanted to be the person to cause the explosion.
    We swam and sunned ourselves for almost two hours, and I used that time to get to know her better. My life was more or less an open book, but Tessa’s wasn’t and I wanted to know everything. I found out that she was an only child, but that her parents had wanted it that way. They doted on her and were thrilled that she was going on this tour and living her dream. Her dad sounded like the shit to me to begin with because he liked ‘ The Big Lebowski ’. I’d never met a douchebag yet who liked that movie, but I’d met a ton who didn’t like it. Go figure.
    She was a bit more reluctant to talk about ex-boyfriends and I took that to mean that there was a closet full of love letters from a bunch of different assholes somewhere. Personally I couldn’t imagine ever voluntarily breaking up with someone like Tess, so I figured she’d probably done the dumping. She looked at me as if I’d grown a second head when I told her my theory.
    Turning seventy shades of red, she shook her head at me. “Yeah, negative. I’ve only ever broken up with one guy, and that was the last relationship I was in. I’ve always been the dumped as opposed to the dumper.”
    I took that in with a snort of disgust. The guys in Philly had to be total fuck-heads if they were dumping someone as gorgeous and overall awesome as Tessa was.
    “Were you dating idiots?”
    Her laugh sounded forced. “In retrospect, the answer is clearly yes. The reason they broke up with me was always the same though, so I know it was me that ruined things.”
    I’d seen her naked, so they weren’t breaking up with her because she had a mystery third nipple (I wouldn’t have cared about that) and she’d been crazy tight around my fingers so that meant she wasn’t sleeping with everyone who looked her way. She was smart, articulate and kind, so there was no way they were breaking up with her for being stupid, bitchy or boring. That left a few options that were a little alarming. I needed to know, so I asked her straight up.
    “Babe, don’t leave me hanging here. What the fuck were they breaking up with you for?”
    Where before she’d been red, now she was almost purple. Looking away from me, she took a deep breath and then blurted, “Because I don’t get turned on. I refused to have sex with any of them because they did nothing for me physically. I finally broke down and agreed to have sex with the last guy… and it was an epic fail. When I broke up with him, he told me I was about as sensual as a children’s book. Like the boyfriends before him, he said I was frigid.”
    I’d had no clue why she didn’t have success with relationships, but what she’d just told me was the last fucking reason on earth I’d ever have expected… and it was also ridiculously far from the truth about her.
    Grabbing her face with my hand, I forced her to look at me. “Tess, babe, that’s fucking bullshit. Did you, or did you not, just come twice just from foreplay? You’re about the furthest thing from frigid. Truth is you’re so fucking hot that my brain is still smoking. If those idiots didn’t take the time to get you there, that’s on them, not you. Moreover, how frigid could you be if you were able to make yourself come looking at pictures of me when you were a teenager? Frigid doesn’t just turn on and off sweetness. But if you’re with someone with no skill, it’s impossible to get turned on.”
    I saw that she wanted to say something, but she stayed frustratingly silent. I stared into her