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Lucy followed behind Flynn as they walked into the hotel.
"Room for 2, please," Flynn told the clerk.
The clerk looked through his book before looking up apologetically. "We don't have anymore, sir. Because of the fair," He pointed out the window. The young man looked to be 18 years old. And appeared to be rather intimidated by Flynn. Lucy smiled at him.
"Then we will take whatever's available." She told him politely.
The young man smiled at Lucy. "We have one couple's suit and one single's room."
"What's closer to the first floor?" Flynn asked impatient.
"The single's," He replied.
"We'll take that one."
Flynn took the key from the boy and followed Lucy to the room. The room was small with it being intended for one person. There was a twin size mattress in the centre of the room. To the left of the bed was a small nightstand and to the right a lantern hung on the wall with provided matches. Next to the window was a plush armchair. On the other side of the room was the washroom.
Lucy set her small bag on the floor next to the bed then looked around, becoming uncomfortable.
Flynn threw the key on the stand and walked to the window. After watching the Fair for a moment, he turned, took off his jacket and hung it on the tree. He set his bag next to the coat tree.
Lucy sat on the bed facing the window. She cleared her throat before asking, "What are we going to do first tomorrow?"
Flynn had walked into the washroom and didn't hear her question. Drying his face off he responded, "Did you say something?"
Lucy looked over her shoulder at him. Sure that she would find out tomorrow, she said, "Nothing." She moved from the bed to the chair to get a better view of outside. Street workers began lighting the lampposts. The sky went from purple to orange to red to yellow. It was gorgeous.
Flynn sat down on the bed and watched her expressions change. "You have to tell him how you feel, Lucy."
Lucy whipped her head around and looked him in the eye. "What are you talking about? Who?"
"Wyatt." Was all he said in reply.
Lucy tore her gaze from Flynn back to the window. What did he know? Everything apparently. "I don't know."
"Yes, you do. You just want to believe you don't."
"I don't want to know," She breathed. "I don't... I don't want to commit to something like that."
Flynn opened his mouth to say something but they heard a small rap on the door.
"Are you expecting visitors?" Lucy asked as she stood up.
Flynn shook his head and told to wait in the washroom.
"How would someone already be after you? You haven't done anything yet!" She whispered as she walked across the room. He told her to shush as he walked to the door. With his hand behind his back, covering his gun, he opened it.
"Someone said they needed something?" An older woman was at the door with a maintenance cart.
Flynn smiled charmingly, "Wrong room, ma'am."
"Oh! Sorry to be a bother."
Flynn smiled and she walked away looking at a piece of paper and shaking her head.
"Clear."
Lucy let out the breath she was holding and walked out if the room. Deciding she was tired and ready for bed she grabbed her bag and disappeared behind the privacy screen. she removed her dress and sighed. Gosh, that thing is heavy. She stood there in her slip and corset and dreaded the words that would come out of her mouth next. "Uh..." She tugged at the strings of the corset but couldn't reach. She grunted. She timidly walked from behind the screen. Flynn turned to look at her. She blushed under his gaze as she asked, "Will you... Untie me?"
This is so embarrassing!
Flynn only gave her a small smile and told her to turn around. With gentle, nimble fingers he undid the ties.
Lucy took a deep breath and couldn't seem to let it out. She held the corset in place, so when he was done, it wouldn't fall to the floor. His cold fingers brushed her back. She took another breath and tried not to shiver. Her body ignored her unspoken wish.
"There you go," He said quietly.
She thanked him shyly and went behind the screen again. Carefully taking off the corset and slip, she laid it out for tomorrow. Then, proceeded to pull her nightgown on. She started pulling her hair down as she come out again.
Flynn was seated in the armchair now but he was looking at that journal.
"How many times have you read that?" Lucy has as she braided her hair.
"Probably more than I should care to admit." He closed the book and moved across the room to put it back in his jacket.
"Why?" Lucy asked. When they turned around they were face to face. Not for the first time, and, she was willing to bet, not the last.
"It serves as a guide, as of now," He explained.
She nodded. She knew that much. "What if it becomes something else? What if it changes?"
Flynn's eyes flickered between hers. "It won't come to that."
"How do you know?" She challenged.
"Because I know how this will end." He took a small step forward. "The odds aren't in your favour, Miss. Preston."
"How what will end? What isn't in my favour?"
Flynn cautiously placed his hand on her shoulder.
She took another breath. Why am I acting like this? Why do I feel this way? With Flynn, no less?!
One thing led to another, but the next thing Lucy knows is that Flynn's lips were perfectly molded to hers. And she found herself kissing back.
And enjoying it.
It wasn't like Wyatt's sudden, "let's get this over with", "I was just playing a role" kiss. It was slow and gentle. And definitely on purpose.
Flynn knew this would happen. He had a feeling about her own feelings but he didn't predict or think about his. Before he found himself kissing her more, he pulled away.
To Lucy, it ended too soon. He pulled away rather quickly and took a step back. "I'm sorry."
Lucy's lips were still parted as she just began to open her eyes. "I'm... Not."
He almost said something but was interrupted by the door. Again. He said something under his breath that Lucy couldn't quite make out. He looked down at his watch. "Yeah."
He walked to the door and stepped out. Lucy sat down on the thing that was closest to her. The chair. What did I just do? Why did I do that? And then pretty much admitted that I enjoyed it?
"That was-" Flynn walked into the room and found Lucy sleeping in the chair. He smiled softly before picking her up and laying her in the bed.
He took off the vest he was wearing and settled into the chair. He wasn't planning on sleeping, but his bodily needs took over.
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