CHAPTER 7
Flynn
I should go slowly.
I should be careful. Watch for signs of discomfort.
I know all these things, but they go out the window.
All I care about is getting Nadia out of her goddamn clothes and into my bed. I strip her on the way from my front door to the bedroom, devouring her mouth as I walk her backward. She strips me back, yanking up my shirt, and unbuckling my belt.
I manage to turn on a lamp in my bedroom. I cleaned up before our date, so the place is presentable.
Her kisses are demanding and greedy–what I wanted from her back at Rue’s.
It was weird how reverse-jealous I got when she wasn’t jealous over me. I’m so used to girls freaking over their competition. Getting territorial and staking their claim. I think it hurt my manly pride when Nadia didn’t stake a cla
