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“It’s not,” he whispered. “I promise you, it’s not.”
“No one wants me. I can’t even make someone want me.”
He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against hers.
“You poor, mixed-up girl.”
“Fuck you. If you don’t want me, then let me go.”
“You’re funny. You have no idea how hard it was to act honorably when you were parading around here in your under-wear.”
She snorted. “Like you know how to act honorably.”
He froze, then released her. He grabbed the beer from the counter and headed back to the living room. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s watch a movie. Grab some snacks if you want.”
Quinn stared at his retreating back. “A movie? That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
She couldn’t keep up with his rapidly shifting emotions, but maybe he felt exactly the same about her. He was already flipping on the television, searching through the pay-per-view list-ings.
“What do you feel like?” he said.
“Slasher flick,” she said.
He rolled his eyes and settled on a romantic comedy.
Quinn groaned. “These are cheesy.”
“Sweetheart, I think you’re overdue for something cheesy.”
She hesitated by the couch, but he opened his arms like he’d done on the porch, and she snuggled into the warmth of his body, inhaling the scent of him.
Later, when she was almost asleep on his chest, she murmured, “I’ll keep your secret.”
“You don’t need to.” He stroked a hand through her hair—
the most intimate thing he’d done all night. “You keep enough secrets. I’m definitely not asking you to keep mine.”
CHAPTER 21
Nick had thought his physics test was bad on Tuesday. He probably should have stuck with that score. This was impossible. He couldn’t think straight. He had no idea what he was writing on the paper.
And he didn’t care.
His pencil moved, but his mind was elsewhere. Adam wasn’t responding to his texts. Well, he’d responded to one this morning, when Nick finally begged him to confirm he’d got home all right.
I’m home.
And that was it. Nick almost would have preferred the silence. Now he knew Adam was getting his texts and choosing not to respond.
Quinn was no better. He’d tracked her down in the hall this morning, but she’d turned her back on him and said she’d talk to him later.
But not before he’d caught a glimpse of the new bruise on her cheek.
What. The. Hell.
He’d tried to catch up to her, but she’d disappeared into a classroom, and the teacher had all but closed the door in his face.
