Chapter 15

It may seem that I was a little proud not to respond to the message that Flynn Ashton sent me at dawn, because my first instinct was to answer it as soon as the words appeared in the notification bar of my cell phone. But it's true that I didn't want to seem very easy or very interested in having his attention, however, I confess I barely slept that night, thinking about how the hell a simple reaction to a Stories made that work of art notice my mere existence.

He was too much for me.

There was no way to deny this fact. It can be said that it is about never letting ourselves be carried away by the image we see from the outside. But Flynn was too much for me. Even if I dressed whole in gold-plated clothes. Even if I worked in a place that gave me dignity and not stress and the growing feeling that I would freak out at any moment. As much as I had a brilliant mind hidden under the obligations of big people. Flynn Ashton, it was, without a shadow of debts, and without plausible qu