She shrugs, glancing at me before turning back to Flynn. “I literally have no idea what to ask when it comes to buying cars,” she admits. “My, um...my ex bought my last one.”
Flynn grins. “No worries, I’ll take care of it. Just let me know if there’s anything specific you wanna know, okay?”
“I will, thank you,” she says as we all get out of the car.
I throw an arm around Quinn’s shoulders, a move that has very quickly become second nature to me, as I press a kiss to her temple.
“Um, what the hell?”
I turn to see Alana standing behind us and staring, her mouth hanging open.
“What?” I ask with a laugh.
“This!” she says, waving a hand at us. “What the hell is this?”
Flynn laughs, hooking his arm around Alana as he pulls her close and kisses the side of her head. Alana just blinks, still watching us as she waits for an answer.
“Quinn and I are dating,” I say with a shrug.
She blinks again. “What, like dating, dating?”
I laugh. “I mean, I don’t know what the difference between dating and dating-dating is, but yeah, that’s what we’re doing.”
“Since when?” she asks.
“Since last night,” I say, glancing at Quinn. She’s looking up at me, a soft smile on her face, and I can’t stop myself from leaning in and kissing her. The second I do, Alana is squealing so loudly, they can probably hear her on Oahu before she pulls Quinn from my arms and into hers.
Flynn laughs, watching the girls before he turns to me and says, “Finally went there, huh?”
“Yeah,” I reply with a shrug, trying to act like it’s no big deal as I wait for the shit he’s surely about to give me.
He laughs again as he says, “Cool, looks like Eli owes me fifty bucks.”
“What?” I ask.
Flynn grins, grabbing Alana’s hand. “You have it bad,” he says as he walks past me. “Was always gonna happen.”
I watch as he and Alana walk over to a car, Flynn checking the sign in the window before he opens the door and pops the hood. Alana follows him, the two of them constantly touching, even as he looks inside at the engine or whatever it is he’s doing.
“You okay?” Quinn asks, coming up beside me.
“Yeah, of course.”
“You don’t mind all your friends knowing about us?” she asks, slipping an arm around my waist.
“What? No, of course not,” I tell her. “I like them knowing. Even if they will give me an endless amount of shit for it. And apparently bet money on me too.”
Quinn laughs. “Yeah, Daisy might have mentioned something about that when we were leaving breakfast,” she admits.
“You knew?” I ask.
She shrugs, a blush coloring her cheeks. “I literally only just found out. I was going to tell you,” she says, smiling.
“Cheeky,” I whisper, closing the distance between us as I press my lips to hers.
The sound of a horn fills the lot, and I return Flynn the favor, flipping him off as I continue to kiss my girl, not giving a single shit about who knows or who’s taking bets on us or whatever.
Because I get to kiss Quinn whenever I want now, and that’s pretty fucking great.
