Quinn nods, kissing me again. “Yes,” she whispers, deepening the kiss.
I smile. “Take photos,” I murmur. “Find that girl again.”
She groans, not saying anything as she kisses me harder, her hips grinding against mine now in a way that tells me she wants more than just a kiss. We might not have been together for long, but I already know Quinn, know her body and everything it wants.
“Quinn,” I groan, my tongue sliding against hers.
“Kai,” she murmurs, making me smile.
“Eli,” comes the voice of my roommate.
Quinn immediately pulls away, scrambling as though to climb off my lap. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as Eli walks out onto the back deck.
“Hey,” I say with a laugh, as Quinn buries her face against my neck with a groan, clearly embarrassed.
Chuckling, Eli takes a seat in the chair across from us, a smirk on his face as he takes in how we’re sitting and what I’m sure he figured was about to happen next, had he not come home.
“Hey yourself, sorry for interrupting,” he says, a smirk on his face.
“You’re cool,” I reply, shuffling Quinn so we’re in a less compromising position. Not that I give a shit, but I know it will bother her. And if it bothers her, it bothers me.
“You good, Quinn?” he now asks, tipping his chin in my girl’s direction.
She laughs, her cheeks flushed as she shakes her head. “I mean, yeah,” she mutters. “What happened after we left?”
Eli blows out a breath. “Cops took him away. Not sure if he’s getting arrested or whatever. Apparently, he punched one of the bartenders, but Lisa doubts they’ll press charges.”
“The band finish out their set?” I ask.
Eli laughs. “Yeah, they did. Crowd demanded a do-over of that song with Jonah, given Sean interrupted the end of it, so that was cool.”
“I can’t believe he’s deaf and can still play drums,” Quinn says, reaching for her wine. “That’s pretty impressive.”
“Yeah, Lace taught him,” I tell her. “I think some sounds he can kinda hear or make out, and maybe because drums are so loud, it’s easier for him.”
“Still think they make a cute couple too,” she adds, and Eli and I both burst out laughing.
“Don’t think you’re the only one,” he says. “But it’s not happening.”
“Why not?” Quinn asks.
“They’re just friends,” I say with a shrug as though that explains it.
“We were just friends,” Quinn counters.
I grin, leaning in to give her a kiss. “We were, yes.”
“So it’s possible then,” she continues, clearly invested in this.
“Maybe, babe,” I say. “But, seeing as we are no longer just friends, how about we go to bed and get back to what we were about to do before this guy interrupted us?”
“Oh my god,” Quinn groans as Eli lets out another laugh.
Standing, I hold Quinn in my arms, saying goodnight before I take her inside to do exactly that.
The next morning, Quinn and I surf with Alana and Flynn before heading back to her place to shower and change. As we walk into the house, Quinn’s phone pings with a message, and I watch as she reads whatever it’s about, her thumb scrolling up the screen.
“Everything okay?” I ask, dropping a kiss to the bare skin of her shoulder.
