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It seems so long ago, but looking at this awakens memories I didn’t even know I’d made.
“Merry Christmas.”
Quinn takes a seat near me, his shoulder touching mine, and I know I should give back his book, but I can’t. I can’t close this page on Hank because as each day passes, I lose a piece of him, and before long, I’m afraid my memories will fade.
But I sniff back my tears and ask, “Merry Christmas?”
Quinn silently nods as he reaches over and gently rips out the page.
I gasp, terrified that he has torn the drawing, but let out a sigh of relief when he offers me the picture.
Flipping it over, I see that Quinn has written something on the back.
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come.
All my Love, Q x
“It’sHamlet,” Quinn explains as I stare at his handwriting, on the verge of another breakdown.
“It’s beautiful,” I reply, my lower lip quivering as I think about its meaning and how perfect it is.
We can only hope that in death, Hank found peace. And whatever dreams he had, I hope they’re coming true because I have to believe that there is more out there than…this.
I don’t realize I’m crying until I feel Quinn’s gentle touch on my cheeks as he wipes away my tears.
“I’m sorry I made you cry.”
Raising my eyes, I shake my head because although I’m crying, they aren’t all entirely sad tears. They are tears of the living.
When I think back to a time when I refused to cry, it’s now a bittersweet feeling to allow myself this one reprieve and not scold myself for that weakness. Because now I know these tears make me human.
And they make me normal.
Climbing onto his lap, I straddle him, making sure to place the drawing on the swing beside me out of harm’s way. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I rest my ear against his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart. A heart I love so very much.
“Thank you,” I whisper, closing my eyes, his heart a soothing balm to my blistering soul. “Best Christmas present—ever.”
Quinn chuckles, and the sound spreads goose bumps over my whole body. “It could never compare to what you gave me,” he says seriously, and I shudder at the memory of me giving myself over to him. “But I wanted to give you something from my heart, too.”
I can’t stop myself as I sit up and smash my lips to his. He’s taken off guard but catches up quick enough as he returns my frenzied kiss with enthusiasm and warmth. I’m in control, however, and Quinn allows me to take what I need from him. And right now, I need him naked and soaked into every pore.
We quickly make our way into our bedroom, and the moment the door closes, he cups the back of my neck and kisses me fiercely.
When his lip ring bites into me, my already wanton body is soaked with desperation, and I can’t get his clothes off fast enough. Rearing back, I reach for the hem of his T-shirt, nearly ripping it in half as I pull it off his body. His chest heaves, turned on by my aggression.
Snapping the top button of my jeans open with ease, I cry out the moment his fingers sink into me.
He quickly pulls back, afraid he’s hurt me, but I latch onto his forearm, demanding more.
“Are you sore?” he whispers, his finger slowly testing my limits.
Arching backward and rotating my hips to get a deeper angle, I moan, “Yes, but it’s a good pain. So good.”
Nothing else matters when I’m with Quinn. And when I’m with him in this way, everything else just…slips away.
I need to be skin to skin, so I clumsily reach for my shirt and pull it over my head while still riding Quinn’s fingers. The moment I remove my lacy bra, Quinn groans in the back of his throat and latches onto my nipple.
“This is mine,” Quinn hisses, his fingers increasing the speed and pressure while I bite my lip, tears stinging my eyes. “Tell me you’re mine.”
