Wait, I'm My Crush's Crush?
In a low, deep, charming voice, he asked, "Juliette, why didn't you tell me sooner?"
A shiver ran through me. I instinctively leaned back, and just as the back of my head was about to hit the wall, his hand shot up to cushion it. That left an almost nonexistent distance between us; I could practically feel both our hearts pounding faster and faster.
"If that's what you want, I can do it, too," he said huskily.
My head spun. I honestly had no idea what Flynn meant by that.
His hand slid to my waist and gave it a slow rub. A tingly, electric numbness shot through me, and my knees almost gave out.