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“Great.”
How did I get here?My alcohol-soaked brain begins churning through the events that led to the now, and I groan. I remember sprinting out of the hotel, haunted by the face of the kind old man who reminded me way too much of Hank. And then I remember the desperate need to run. To keep running until my lungs protested with every step that I took.
After that, I don’t remember much else.
This stands against everything I believe in. I see alcohol as a weak excuse to escape reality, just like drugs. And I’m in a strange city, miles away from my knife and Quinn.
He’s going to kill me. But I still wish he was here because I miss him.
Looks like my plans of going out to clear my head have fallen flat on their ass. But who was I kidding? Quinn is embedded into my entire being, and the sooner I accept it, the sooner I can stop behaving like this.
I clumsily stumble over a lone beer bottle and smash into Sean, headbutting him.“Shit! I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”
Sean chuckles, taking a step back. “Holy shit! You’ve got a hard head.”
“Oh, you wouldn’t believe the half of it,” says an irritated voice from behind me.
I shiver, and it’s not because it’s beginning to rain. No, I shiver in desire for the man behind me.No matter how drunk or lost I am, I will always recognize his voice.
I turn around and see Quinn. His jaw is clenched, his hair is mussed, his eyes are pure black—which all point to the fact that he is pissed.
But his mouth gives away just how mad he is. The way he turns his lip ring between his teeth looks painful, but I’m transfixed by it. And I want it in my mouth.
“Who is this guy?” Sean slurs, grabbing my hand and tugging me lightly toward him.
But I remain fixed on the concrete, unable to move.
Quinn waits to hear my reply, narrowing his dark eyes at me, and I say what I should have said the moment we met.
“He’s mine.”
Sean begins to protest, but I ignore him and throw myself into Quinn’s arms, smashing my cold lips to his. He isn’t expecting my actions, as they are sudden and out of the blue, but as soon as I nudge my tongue into his mouth, he opens up and devours me whole.
I whimper as he angrily bites my lip, but he sucks away the pain quickly, andI lose track of space, time, everything. Nothing else matters other than this moment of being consumed by the man I will want with my very last breath.
He grabs the back of my nape, angling my head at a slant, which leaves me vulnerable to the driving force of his unyielding tongue, and I love it. I love the feel of his tongue ring, which strokes me brutally, and I love the way my knees weaken whenever I kiss him.
However, as my knees nearly buckle, I realize it’s not only the head rush of Quinn’s kisses that have me wobbly-kneed, it’s all the booze I’ve ingested catching up with me.
I pull away breathlessly, my body feeling heated all over, and my eyes droop to half mast.Admiring Quinn’s muscular, strong frame, which radiates pure masculinity, I can’t stop my mouth from going on a tangent.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I say with a hiccup as I wrap my hands around his neck for support.
Quinn’s mouth twitches, and he reaches behind him, squeezing my fingers softly.
“You’re obviously very drunk,” he says, his mouth sloping into a smile. “And I’m going to remind you all about it tomorrow when you’re sober.”
“I may be drunk, but you’re still fucking hot,” I say. Unwrapping my hands from around his neck and pointing my finger at him, I suddenly realize there are two of him.
Quinn laughs. “Okay, let’s get you inside because there’s a storm coming.”
“Yeah, there is,” I say in a singsong voice, and almost fall flat on my ass.
Quinn smirks while shaking his head, but as the rain begins to get heavier, he grabs my arm and drags me across the street.
“Hey, where are we going?” I slur as the world suddenly tilts on its axis.“Bye, Shane.”
“It’s Sean.”
