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Come to my house rather than the apartment.

Will

Damn…

Noah

Did someone kidnap Knight? Do we need to do a welfare check?

Ash

You asking me to drive instead of walk next door?

Jaxson

Get over yourself, you grumpy old man.

Ash

Who you calling old?

I smiled as Quinn’s phone lit up quietly on the other side of the room. I put the phone down and let the mayhem continue without me.

Pulling Quinn closer, I closed my eyes and fell asleep happier than I had been in a long time.

14

Quinn

Isnuggled into the warmth surrounding me. I normally woke up cold, no matter the time of year, but this morning I was comfortable and feeling well rested. It had been over a week since I woke up feeling this good. I opened my eyes to see soft light reflecting off white walls and then remembered that I wasn’t in my own room.

Now that those first few blissful moments of consciousness had worn off, the night came back. My arms felt stiff, even though I was resting on a hard chest, I knew it was because of Lucas grabbing me. But what had me biting my lip and smiling was the man that I was using as a pillow and the kiss we shared last night.

That kiss… that’s what was really burned into my memory from last night. The way he commanded me, the confidence he had as his tongue made gentle contact with mine, the way his hand went to my throat, gently, almost teasing me.

Hands down the best kiss of my life. And it had helped wash away the awfulness that happened before.

The man was intoxicating.

Not to mention the bulge I felt when we were pressed together was… impressive to say the least. I’d already wondered how big he was, because a man with his type of confidence didn’t have it with nothing to show for it, and I think he had something big to show for it.

“Morning, Love.” His accent was even better in the morning. Deep and rumbly accompanied by day-old scruff along his chiselled jaw.

I tilted my head so I could see his side profile. His hair looked like it had last night, had the man even moved? I didn’t think so since I was still resting on his chest. He looked like he’d been awake for longer than I had.

“Were you watching me sleep?” I asked through a yawn.

“No.” I lifted an eyebrow at him. “Fine. I may have, but not in a way that makes me a creep.”

I rolled off his chest and stretched on the bed beside him as I glanced over at him, he was wearing a white T-shirt and grey sweatpants. Of course he’d wear grey sweatpants. But what really caught my attention was the imposing tent in his pants. My face flushed and I tried not to squirm thinking about his size again, my heart rate picking up.

He caught my glance and smirked. “It’s definitely harder this morning waking up next to you.”

My stomach tightened at the heat behind his words, but I figured it would be best for both of us just to move on. Now was not the time to jump him, I hadn’t even brushed my teeth. I decided to circle us back to his earlier comment.

“So how long have you been watching me, in a not creepy way?” I turned my head to see his eyes running over my legs, the shirt he’d given me was soft and smelt like him. I was planning on stealing it. It had also ridden up, showing off the lacy black underwear I had on last night.

I cleared my throat and he looked up at me, not at all apologetic. Guess we were even now that we’d both ogled each other a bit this morning.