Picture Perfect by Ella Fox Page A

when he opened my door and I shivered when he took my hand in his again. As we started to walk, I tried to pull my hand away. Stopping dead in his tracks, Flynn looked at me.
    “What the hell, babe? Why is it not okay to touch you? You seemed okay at the hotel, but you pulled away before the meeting today and now you’re pulling away again. Does touching me bother you?”
    He couldn’t have been more wrong about his touch bothering me. I actually found it comforting and soothing. I felt comfortable with Flynn in a way I never had with anyone else before.
    “It’s not that at all . I pulled away before we walked into the meeting today because I didn’t want the entire room to think I was throwing myself at you. I tried to pull my hand away now because I don’t want your family to think that, either.”
    Grabbing both of my hands, Flynn pulled me closer to him. “Babe, my family already knows about you. I was at my dad’s house at the ass crack of dawn this morning yapping about the amazing girl I met. Believe me they don’t think you’re throwing yourself at me. They’re happy Tess, happy that I met somebody normal. They’d never have agreed to dinner if they didn’t like you. No one is going to raise an eyebrow that we’re holding hands sweetness.”
    I surrendered totally, smiling shyly at him as he started guiding me into the restaurant. The restaurant was packed, but the hostess recognized Flynn. “Your family is in the back,” she said with a smile. I took that to mean they came here a lot.
    I understood better by what she meant when she said in the back when we entered a private area. Everyone was already seated around the table, and I smirked when I saw Devon sitting right in between Cole and Ian. There was a story there; I just knew it.
    Flynn’s father had saved us two seats next to him, and he and Flynn’s grandfather stood to hug and greet us both. Flynn’s Gram stayed seated, but we both hugged and kissed her before saying hello to Janice and Steve. Flynn was particularly affectionate with Janice and his Gram, something that made me smile. He’d said in the car that Gram and Janice were his favorite women, and I could see that.
    As much as I knew about Flynn from reading band articles when I was a teenager, I didn’t really know anything personal about him. I could see that his dad wasn’t married now, but I wondered if he’d ever remarried or if he was dating. He was a really handsome and funny man, a lot like Flynn’s grandfather, Mason. The three of them were ridiculously attractive, and Flynn’s Gram had something beautiful about her that drew the eye. I found myself wanting to take her picture to try and capture what made her so unique. She had such a love of life in her eyes that I swear it radiated off of her.
    We ordered an insane amount of food, but Todd swore that we were going to eat everything. “Just wait, when we stand up the plates will be empty.”
    We’d all ordered margaritas, even Flynn’s grandparents. I loved margaritas but didn’t often order them back in Philly. My favorite part was the salted rim, and I moaned in appreciation when I took my first sip. “This is, hands down, the best margarita I’ve ever had. It’s perfection!”
    When I looked up at Flynn, I found myself locked under the most intense look I’d ever been on the receiving end of, more intense even than the night of the concert. His eyes were pure panty melting lust, and I got lightheaded for a minute. We were at a dinner with his family and he was looking at me like he was going to eat me. He shocked the hell out of me when he leaned forward, wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me in for a quick kiss, the tiniest touch of his tongue against mine, just like he’d done in the hotel lobby. I could feel myself blushing as he pulled back. When I looked at his family to apologize, they were beaming at us. Thank god that crisis was averted.

Chapter Fourteen

    I was like a kid on Christmas