Nadia
Awkward.
This is so awkward. I mean, what did I think would happen when I pitch a guy on having friend-s*x with me on a Sunday morning in an empty music studio? It’s not exactly a romantic location or time.
But then, romance isn’t what I’m going for. I don’t know exactly how I expect this to work, though.
Flynn studies me like he’s trying to figure it out, too. “Want to go get a coffee?” he asks after a beat.
Oh wow. A coffee.
To a normal girl, that would be an easy yes. Coffee with a hot rock ‘n roll star. A guy who just agreed to have s*x with no strings or expectations.
But I don’t do spontaneous, and I don’t do outings. The chance for me freaking out is way too high.
But I don’t want Flynn to know that. He doesn’t know I never leave the building except to see him play. He
