I bark out a laugh, remembering that conversation. It was right after I completed my schooling and was officially licensed in massage therapy. All my family requested an appointment, Quinn included. However, I told him no. “I did say that, but ifyou hurt, I can give you a massage. They help.” I ignore the way my entire body hums to life at the thought of putting my hands on him.
Yep, definitely the booze talking…
He shrugs. “I’ll just make an appointment at that big place over in North Ridge.”
I sit straight up, forgetting about my shirtlessness. The comforter falls, and I don’t miss the way Quinn’s eyes drop to my bra. They divert quickly, a blush crossing his face mixed with guilt. “Stop with the virgin act. It’s the same as my swimsuit.”
He meets my gaze, those brown orbs pulsing with electricity. “I try not to look at you when you’re in a swimsuit.”
“Why?”
He swallows hard and glances to his right as my brother returns to the room. “Jesus, Charli, cover up.”
“It’s the same as a bathing suit,” I argue, flopping back down on the bed and pulling the comforter over my chest. Even though I’m warm, suddenly my nipples are hard, and I really don’t want to think about the reason why. I exhale. “Cam, Quinn said he was going to make an appointment at the massage studio in North Ridge.”
“So? He’s been going there for years,” my brother states innocently.
“What?” I ask, my eyes shooting daggers at Quinn. “You have?”
He shrugs. “Like I said, you told me no, so I’ve been going to Selena at Massage Paradise.”
“Fuck that,” I grumble. “You’ll be at my studio tomorrow at two.” I know I have four hour-long appointments tomorrow, the last one scheduled at one.
“It’s fine, Charli,” Quinn states, moving toward the door.
“It’s not. If you need a massage, you call me. Not that other place.”
He sighs and shakes his head. “Fine.”
“Fine,” I repeat. I don’t know why I’m so damn annoyed. Ididtell him I wouldn’t touch him, but that was mostly because I classified him as the annoying little brother’s best friend at the time.
“We’ll let you get to sleep,” Camden says.
I mumble a reply, but I’m not sure it actually came out as words.
“What time do you want your alarm set for?” he asks, digging my phone out of the pocket of my jeans.
“Eight.”
“I’ll lock up behind us,” Cam adds.
“Thanks for getting me home safe,” I murmur, my eyes suddenly too heavy to open.
“You’re welcome,” Quinn replies softly.
I hear them exit the room and a few seconds later, my condo. I’m certain the door is secure. They probably checked it twice before finally leaving. My mind replays pieces of the night, including some of the highlights featuring Quinn. I have no idea why he’s suddenly so…attractive. Not that I haven’t considered him good-looking before, but it’s the first time I really, truly noticed it.
He makes my heart beat a little faster than normal.
I’m not sure what’s going on with me. Clearly the alcohol has a different effect on me this time, because I’ve never paid this kind of attention to Quinn before in my life.
Hopefully, I’ll sleep that off and tomorrow wake up completely forgetting how delicious Quinn Garrison smelled.
“Good morning,” I holler as I step inside the loud salon.
“Hi, Charli,” Jenn greets over the sound of her blow-dryer.
“Morning,” Lila says, throwing me a smile as she closes a foil around a strand of highlights.
