Loser by Nia Farrell

Author:Nia Farrell [Farrell, Nia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Unknown
Published: 2018-05-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Flynn actually behaved himself in the shower. Sara expected him to get frisky but he was all business… well, except for snapping her with a towel when he caught her staring again.

Jesus. She felt like she’d regressed to the geek she’d been in high school, in lust with the jock in English 1.

Flynn didn’t like her dawdling but he didn’t seem to mind being the object of her adoration. She tried to study his ink without touching but it was so damn hard when he had this perfectly sculpted body—really, really nice pecs, washboard abs, an Adonis belt, long, tattooed legs, an athletic back, and a perfect bubble butt.

The barbells, though, were her undoing.

They were in his bedroom. She was wearing a towel. He was wearing ink. She’d started with his back, comparing his original painting to Kaylee’s interpretation of it. There were subtle variations, but she’d done an impressive job.

“How long did it take?” she asked. It was solid coverage from neck to waist.

“Months,” he said. “We had to do it after hours and on weekends, whenever she could fit it into her schedule. Her mom had been in a hit-and-run accident. She was out of rehab but she needed a lot of help with things. The eight kids are still supposed to take turns with her but it seems like Kaylee does more than the rest.”

“How awful.” Sara suppressed a shudder. “I lost my dad to a drunk driver. Mom couldn’t handle the stress. She was gone within a year. Died of a broken heart, really. I went to live with my aunt after that.”

She didn’t usually talk about her past, but she wanted Flynn to know that he wasn’t alone in his loss.

“How old were you?”

“Twelve. My brother Dell was nineteen. He and his boyfriend had a one-bedroom apartment. They wouldn’t have had room for me, even if Aunt Ruth would have let them take me in. She’s okay with his being gay, but at my age, she thought I needed a woman’s guidance. She was right. My brother would have been helpless when I was going through puberty. Poor Aunt Ruth earned stars in her crown, putting up with all that teenage angst. I see her gray hair now and wonder how many I put there.”

He looked skeptical. “You couldn’t have been that bad.”

She bit her lip and told him her most dreaded secret. “I got caught shoplifting cigarettes when I was thirteen. The funny thing was, I didn’t even smoke. I was trying to impress a boy who dared me.”

Flynn scowled. “Where was he?”

“Outside the store.”

“What did he do?”

She rolled her eyes. “He cut and ran, of course.”

That had been her experience from then until now. Picking boys and men who left when things got tough. She’d like to think that Flynn was different, but who knew, really? Only time would tell.

“Punk.” His lip curled in distaste. “Tell me you didn’t go back to him.”

“I didn’t,” she said. Even at that age, she knew better.

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