Chapter 59:

Flynn decided to be a gentleman. It would be against his nature to just get up now and rush her to his bedroom, even though the idea was very enticing. He cut another piece of the lasagna in his plate and put it in his mouth.

Sharon examined him, feeling somewhat disappointed. She thought for a second he didn't want her, but when she tried to pull her leg back he grabbed it with his free hand and kept it in its place between his thighs. Sharon couldn't help but smile.

They took a few more bites in silence, until Flynn broke it.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you when you arrived," he said suddenly and she looked up from her plate. "I want you to have a key to my apartment."

"You do?" she asked in surprise. Exchanging keys was a big step for her, which she wasn't sure she wanted to take.

"Yeah. Remember the key Provenza returned? I gave it to him just in case anything happened to my set of keys, and I want you to have it now."

"To keep it for you?" she asked carefully.

"Well, yes… but also to use it when you come over. You don't have to knock."

"Oh," she looked down at her plate again, but didn't take another bite.

"You don't have to do the same," he said when he noticed her hesitation, and she looked back up quickly. "I know you don't live by yourself, and I don't intend to invade Rusty's privacy."

Is he for real? Sharon wondered to herself while smiling at him. "Why didn't I meet you thirty years ago?" she asked him and he smiled too.

"The best was saved for last," he said jokingly and they continued to eat for some time, talking about casual things like the weather. All this time, Sharon's foot was resting on his crotch, and every little movement of hers made him very aware of that.

"Would you like some more?" he asked when she took her last bite and she shook her head.

"I'm full. But it was delicious, thank you." She smiled at him for a few moments until he bent forward and took her hand, pulling it gently to make her stand. She removed her foot from between his thighs and got up, allowing her body to be pulled closer to him. When her legs touched his legs he pulled her down to a sitting position on his lap.

"You're welcome," he said in almost a whisper just before bringing her lips to his lips with his hand on the back of her neck.

Sharon wrapped her arms around his neck and gave in to that sensation he never failed to give her through his kisses and his hands. A sensation which made her believe for a moment that they were the only two people in the world. His hands moved slowly down her back until they came to a rest at the bottom and he separated his lips from hers.

"Are you ready for dessert?" he half-whispered and she gave him a little smile.

"I hope so," she said and he smiled back, watching her as she got up. She was wearing simple, black wide leg pants with a tucked in, white buttoned blouse. His eyes were focused for a second on her backside until she turned around to look at him and his gaze traveled slowly up her stomach. His eyes stayed for a moment on her breasts before they continued to move up and eventually met her eyes. She was looking at him patiently, trying not to smile in embarrassment while waiting for him to finish examining her.

"You look great," he said.

"Thank you," she said in her usual, unrevealing tone. At times, she wished she could feel more comfortable with expressing her emotions, but it was a very hard thing for her to do. The many times she was hurt in her life have taught her to hide her true feelings, so that no one would ever see her in a weak moment and take advantage of it to hurt her.

"So… how about that dessert?" she changed the subject back to food.

"Oh, yeah," Flynn got on his feet. "Wait for me in the living room and I'll bring it."

Sharon hesitated for a second but then did as he said. She walked to the couch and sat on it, trying to guess in her heart what the dessert might be. A few chocolate-included options popped in her mind, followed by the image of Brenda Leigh Johnson. Sharon smiled to herself, thinking that she will forever associate chocolate with Brenda.

Flynn's footsteps to her left made her look quickly to his direction. He was carrying a bit plate with wafer rolls on it, arranged in a form of a pyramid. When he sat down next to her and placed the plate on the coffee table, she could see that the rolls were filled with whipped cream, and their edges were decorated with chocolate.

"Oh… my god," she said slowly. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"You have the idea, yes," he chuckled and handed her a roll. "Try it."

Sharon gazed at the roll in his hand and then looked him in the eyes with hesitation. He brought the roll closer to her and she took it, trying to ignore the inner conflict that every woman had to deal with before eating something like that.

Well, if he's making me eat that, I might as well play with him a little, she thought to herself and gave him a mischievous smile.