"Are you cold? " asked Flynn in a protective and worried way. "If you want, we can go back to the car."No, no..." I murmured, shrinking absent-mindedly. "I don't feel cold. Everything is fine.”As if to provoke me or show Flynn that I wasn't being so sincere in everything I said, another night breeze passed us, giving me goosebumps so much that it was difficult to contain the cold panting. He leaned even more against me, and I had a strange feeling. I didn't remember feeling as numb as at that moment, when I received your contact in a promise to bring your warmth to mine. I raised my eyes to Flynn, and noticed that his gaze went down to my half-open lips, and that the hands he held on his lap were moving nervously, as if he was itchy from the desire to touch me.The aura between us that had previously been of an almost flooded embarrassment, was now purely loaded with desires never confessed. I didn't want to admit it, but from the first moment of our message conversations, I felt th

And my supplication must have burst some barrier that he still erected against me, because he again captured my lips in his, kissing me with such a desire that I could no longer contain myself in my own bank. I let him hold me in his arms and take me to his own bench, thanking him for the high truck to give me enough space not to hit his head as I approached his lap. Flynn held my ass, spreading his hands, as he dragged me as close as our bodies allowed. I was already more than wet and ready for him, feeling his hands squeezing my ass as they did, and his lips taking everything from me, I didn't feel more than prepared to receive him.I didn't even remember if I was still wearing panties, or if she had disappeared in the middle of so much humidity, but I remember perfectly how hard and prepared Flynn looked when I finally sat where I should. We both panted against the kiss, feeling that our bodies had given themselves totally and much faster than our hearts. He pulled one of his hands

"We went back to the beginning," Flynn said in a hoarse and tired voice.The full moon that was displayed in the dark sky seemed to say that she was very satisfied with the adult movie she had just witnessed. And Flynn should be very exhausted by the way his voice seemed to have been lost somewhere. I had avoided talking until a cold wind got me involved again and I gradually returned to control of my body.I knew he was watching me very carefully, and I didn't let myself be carried away by curiosity to match his look. I had never given myself in that way. Much less in the middle of the street, for those who wanted to see it. Luckily that place was really little frequented. However, I kept thinking about my lack of caution, the way I let him see me in a very vulnerable moment. I didn't like the way I was feeling there, sitting on the curb, as if I were a corner slut.Flynn must have realized that my expression was not friendly at all, and he decided to do the only thing that would lea

And I thought that when he was silent, looking closely at the outside, that he was really willing to change the subject. However, I caught him throwing surprised and question-laden glances in my direction. I kept all the desires to match his attention and occupied myself with the view outside the window, the streets that were full of people looking for fun and that of the square that began to come into focus as he parked below a large tree that shook its branches according to the force of the cold wind."Do you know what pressure that is? "He asked suddenly, as he opened the car door for me to climb on the sidewalk around the square. "Do you know how happily I feel pressured?”" With what?”"That I'm on a date with a writer, of course," he said, putting the subject back on the agenda. I grumbled, but he took my hand in yours again to convince me to listen to him. "It's, really, Tasha. You don't know the pressure it is to know that anything I say tonight will be in some dialogue in a b

Flynn reached a space in my heart that day, while eating a hot dog and lost the composure of a businessman by getting all dirty with ketchup. He didn't complain when I used a napkin to clean his mouth and cheek, and offered me a piece of what he ate while he kept talking about his life. And this time I wasn't pretending to listen, I was really interested in knowing more about every little piece of it. And I was surprised to learn that he also had a tattoo, because no photo showed it.It was the head of a lion at the top of his forearm, whose design was of black and bluish tones, so that it stood out perfectly on his Caucasian skin. Flynn said he still had plans to get more tattoos, but, like me, he had a formed and irreducible opinion about needles: A pain that could be avoided if it was not caused by a vaccine.When we went back to walking around the square, I was no longer holding his hand, but his arm, because I was talking by the elbows about my stressful routine in the supermarke