Chapter Nine
Daphne
Flynn’s words echoed in my mind. You’re not sleeping on the f*****g floor, princess.
Since the discovery that only one room was available for us to share at this rather utilitarian lodge, my mind had been frantically trying to come up with a way to deal with the situation. My brain was like a hamster on a wheel, spinning and spinning and spinning with nowhere to go.
Now, it was the middle of the night, and I’d awoken to that barrier of pillows completely obliterated. I couldn’t even blame Flynn. I must’ve kicked them out of the way and was now latched on to him like he was my personal teddy bear.
He was warm and hard all over. After weeks of practically salivating and wondering just what his body looked like underneath his clothes, I was now currently plastered aga
