As Flynn and I descended the hill, a palpable tension hung in the air between us. His words echoed in my mind, a persistent whisper that refused to be silenced.
Mates?
The very concept seemed impossible, yet the conviction in Flynn's eyes had been unmistakable.
I found myself stealing glances at him as we walked, trying to decipher the emotions playing across his handsome features. But Flynn seemed lost in his own thoughts, his brow furrowed and his usually smiling lips pressed into a thin line.
I wanted to say it was bullshit but all I could think about was how drawn to the man I was, no matter how much I tried to resist or create distance between us. It went beyond being attracted to him…it was a connection I refused to name ever since I met him but what if…
The journey back to O
