Fuck.
I can’t believe I asked him to get her door code.
Am I really that kind of man?
The type to stalk the woman he can’t have?
Sitting in silence, I nurse the whiskey.
A little while later, as everything starts to fade around me, I finally have an answer.
Yes. Iamthat type.
And I’m not sorry about it.
She deserves more than I can give her.
Doesn’t mean I’m going to walk away, though.
And when Cassian texts me the code for her door, I send a message to the valet, requesting a driver to meet me out front to drive me home.
It’safter two in the morning when I ride the elevator to the fourth floor. Quinn got home an hour ago. I know because Cassian gave me access to the camera feed for the building, so I can see who’s coming and going.
There’s a chance she’s not asleep. But something in my gut ignores that as I punch in the six-digit code. As the lock clicks, I slowly and silently turn the knob and ease the door open. Nothing but dim lighting from a tiny lamp on the counter illuminates the space, and it’s quiet. As much as I wanted to come here while she was gone and look around, I held back because the only reason I’m here is so I can make sure she’s sleeping soundly. Coming in while she’s gone would probably be considered creepy.
Without making a single noise, I move through the small living room and kitchen toward her bedroom, which is honestly too fucking tiny to be considered that in my opinion. It’s the size of my walk-in closet.
The string of twinkle lights she had on last night is still sparkling softly. Is my girl afraid of the dark? She shouldn’t ever have to be scared of a single thing.
My gaze travels to the bed where she’s curled up under a pile of blankets with pillows propped up all around her.
“So fucking beautiful,” I murmur softly.
She sighs deeply in response, her plush lips parted just slightly. My dick hardens at the very sight of her. The sweet strawberry smell. I can barely make out the features of her face, but I don’t need to. They’re already seared into my mind.
I should leave.
I came to make sure she was tucked in and sleeping safely.
Which she is.
She looks so damn peaceful.
And it’s the first time all day I haven’t wanted to drink.
Instead of turning around, I take two steps to get to the chair, which looks like it might crumble any second, and lower myself into it, hoping it will hold my weight for a while.
I just want to watch her for a bit.
Then I’ll leave.
CHAPTER 12
Quinn
JUST MAKE A LIST
Five days later…
