Free Public Display of Everything by Cara Dee Page B

I'm damn exhausted, so I lie down next to him instead and pull him with me. He straddles my stomach, his hands flattened against my chest.
    "Will you consider spending the night with me?" he asks shyly.
    My mouth twists into a small smile. "You'd have to kick me out, Flynn."
    He looks relieved.

 
    Chapter 8
    *
    Cory,
    I'm asking Jennifer for a divorce when she comes home from her spa retreat. Dylan and Jayden are my life, but I can't keep up with the charade any longer.
    Hope you're well,
    Luke
    *
    "Cory."
    I groan sleepily and draw Flynn closer. "Ten more minutes." My hands roam down his back, lean and soft yet tightly muscled and all man. "I was having the best dream."
    "Is that so?" There's a smile in his voice as he shifts closer, bringing our chests together. "What was it about?"
    My eyes remain closed, and I hitch his leg over my hip. There's no way he can't feel my morning wood. Which…fuck, one might think it'd be soft for a week or two now, spent and sated.
    After we fucked yesterday, we took a shower, ordered pizza, then went back to bed. He'd insisted on sucking me off, and who was I to turn him down? But evidently that hadn't been enough, 'cause he'd woken me up in the middle of the night, too.
    We sixty-nine'd each other, then crashed again.
    "Take a wild guess, Huckleberry." I give a slow thrust of my hips. Leaning forward, I go for his mouth, surprised to find him minty fresh. "You've been up?" I crack my eyes open.
    "Yes." He holds something up—my phone. "This was ringing in the bathroom. I got it for you and brushed my teeth."
    "Oh." I almost toss the phone on the floor, but then I figure I might as well check it. "Thanks." I rub the sleep out of my eyes and see that I have a text.
    I'll be 10 minutes late. Sorry!
    "Shit," I mutter. Checking the time, I see that it's ten forty-five already. "Shit, shit, shit."
    "Is something wrong?" Flynn looks at me, appearing…guarded? Or maybe I'm too tired and don’t understand jack shit right now.
    I frown. "I'm supposed to meet Tammy for brunch in fifteen minutes." In an attempt to clear my head of the remnants of sleep, I scrub a hand down my face and blink at the screen. Well, there's no way I can make it. We always meet up on the steps of St. Paul's Cathedral, and it's at least twenty minutes on the tube. And, frankly, I…I don’t want to. I can always swing by the pub next week.
    My fingers fly over the cracked screen.
    My turn to apologize. I overslept. Can we reschedule?
    I have my first shift at my new job tomorrow, but since it's a lunch restaurant, I get off fairly early. Perhaps we can meet up then.
    Just as I press send, he speaks up. "I suppose you should go, then."
    "What?" I lift my gaze and smile, confused. "Hell, no. I'm not leaving—unless that’s what you want."
    "But your friend…" A crease appears in his forehead.
    "—can see me another time," I finish, then drop my phone somewhere behind me. "I'd rather take you out for breakfast." I brush a kiss to his lips.
    He doesn’t kiss me back.
    "Something wrong?" Unease chills my spine, but I don’t show it.
    "You, ah…" Clearly uncomfortable, he rubs his neck. He also backs away and sits up, pulling the covers with him to cover his lower body. "You want to go out? In public?"
    I stare at him, my jaw ticking with tension. I can't believe this. After the night we've shared…?
    The story of my fucking life!
    "You're a closet case?" I ask, my voice low. It wasn’t really my intention to sound harsh, but I'm fucking disappointed. Hurt . "Is that why you had straight listed on your profile at first?"
    Hiding will slay me. I can't go through it again.
    "No!" He looks stunned, if not horrified. "No, not at all. I—sorry, I'm just…" He tugs at his hair. "I'm shocked. Shocked, that…I don’t know, you want to go out in public? Or—" he glances at me apprehensively "—have I possibly jumped the gun? Perhaps you meant we go out as friends."
    Now I gotta sit up too, and I narrow my eyes at him.