Picture Perfect by Ella Fox

that I’d have trouble staying calm.  Who knew?
     

Chapter Thirteen
     
    I was a nervous about going out with Flynn and his family.  Not because I was nervous about his family, they were lovely.  Flynn was too, but he was what made me nervous because it was him that made my heart skip beats.  That alone scared the bejesus out of me.  It had certainly never happened before.
    I felt Flynn’s presence before I saw him.   I couldn’t help the shit-eating grin that broke out across my face when I saw his attire.  We were dressed practically identically, and I found that hilarious.  He was wearing a black t-shirt, khaki cargo shorts and a pair of black converse.  People were going to wonder if we’d purposely coordinated, but I thought it was a good sign that maybe we really were compatible.
    He might have been dressed casually, but he was the most beautiful man I’d ever set my eyes on, bar none.  There wasn’t anyone that even came close to Flynn’s beauty or magnetism.  Even his walk was sexy, and I enjoyed watching him as he came closer to me.  I had to remind myself that dissolving into a puddle in the hotel lobby would be frowned upon.
    When Flynn reached me he pulled me in for a hug, just like he had when I’d showed up for the all hands on meeting earlier in the day.  I’d noticed that he had hugged his father, grandparents and Cole’s parents earlier as well, so I assumed he was just comfortable bei ng affectionate.  Another check mark in the positive column for Flynn as far as I was concerned.  Lee had been the polar opposite of affectionate unless it was sexual in nature.  I wished that I’d really noticed that before.  Damn me for making such a foolish decision and giving Lee something that I’d never be able to get back.
    Apparently I’d tensed up when I thought of Lee, because Flynn pulled away and put his hand under my chin to tilt my head back.  “ Babe, what’s wrong?”
    Shaking my head, I sighed.  “I’m sorry I just had an unpleasant memory.  It’s nothing to worry about.”
    He didn’t just gloss over that or let it go.  Instead he kept one finger under my chin as he stared into my eyes for a moment.  Apparently whatever he saw there reassured him that I really was fine.  He smiled at me as his mouth moved closer to mine, and I’m pretty sure I smiled back.  I can’t be sure though because I was in a total Flynn-induced daze.  He kissed me quickly and gently, and I melted against his chest. For just a second our tongues touched, and then it was over.   Sliding his fingers through mine, he walked me out to his car.  I couldn’t quite pinpoint the feeling that I was having, but it definitely wasn’t something I’d ever experienced before.
    Flynn mig ht be one of the most famous voices in the world but that didn’t make him less of a gentleman.  His parents had raised him with impeccable manners, and I appreciated it. He opened the passenger door for me and waited until I’d buckled my seatbelt before closing my door.  As soon as the door clicked shut, I realized what the feeling that I was having was.
    It was the feeling of being safe and secure .
    It seemed so absurd to feel that way about someone I’d known for less than twenty-four hours, but that was how I felt.  It occurred to me that while I liked the real life Flynn, I’d be meeting celebrity Flynn very soon.  I knew that it was very unlikely that he’d maintain his gentlemanly behavior once the tour started and thousands of women were salivating and clamoring to do anything and everything to make him happy.
    I needed to maintain my walls in order not to get hurt when he inevitably turned out like every guy.  He was a rock superstar for god sake, not a music teacher.  I couldn’t judge him for that, because I couldn’t even imagine how that would warp a person’s perspective.  Being able to have whatever you want, whenever you wanted it, would really give you unrealistic expectations about