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“Nothing?” he questions with a playful smirk, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles.
And just like that, my homicidal tendencies get taken down a notch, and I let out a pent-up breath. “Well, almost nothing,” I reply, running my finger along his bottom lip, instantly missing his piercing.
“It’ll go straight back in,” he says with a smile as he sees me frown.
We both agreed that Quinn’s lip piercing makes him too recognizable, and after what happened at the ball, we can’t afford another blunder like that, especially tonight.
“That’ll never come out.” He grins, referring to his tongue piercing as I make sure he’s left that in.
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” I ask, suddenly feeling heated from head to toe as he slowly pulls my cap off.
“Because I wouldn’t be able to do this.” He lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me wildly.
I sag into him, and although I miss the feel of his hoop, I love how his barbell is the only piece of metal dominating my mouth.
Moaning when his tongue duels with mine, I almost forget we have someplace to be, but a swift knock on the door has us breaking apart, reminding us of our duties.
“Hey, it’s Tristan,” he says after a moment of silence.
I hurriedly reach for my discarded hat, and Quinn quickly wipes his mouth as he opens the door.
“Hey,” Quinn says, looking awfully guilty.
“Hey. Cynthia told me about Polly,” Tristan replies as I stand behind the door, adjusting my cap.
Quinn nods, and Tristan continues. “I want to help. I feel like it’s my fault.”
Typical Tristan, always taking the blame. But there is only one person to blame.
“It’s not your fault,” I say, stepping out from behind the door and into Tristan’s vision.
He flinches the minute he sees me, and my heart breaks at his cold response.
But I play it off as I shrug into my coat. “This is all on Polly. The only person to blame here is her.”
Thanks to Tristan smashing a rock through the driver’s window, I’m now freezing my ass off.
My teeth are chattering, and no matter how high I turn up the heat, the cool breeze just blows it away. But I’ll have to endure it because no way in hell am I sitting in the back with a scowling Tristan.
This car ride has got to be the longest in history, and it doesn’t help that I’m about to catch pneumonia as Quinn speeds down the deserted road as he heads into town. As I reach for the heating and attempt to turn it on high, I realize it’s already there.
“Shit,” I mumble, slumping back into my seat and rubbing my arms.
The silence is killing me, and I can’t sit still. Not only is it warmer when I move but it also gives me something to do.
Quinn has been quite cold and distant toward me, and I know this has to do with Tristan.
It disappoints me that although Tristan knows about us, we still have to behave like we’re not together. I thought once he knew, we could be open about our relationship, but obviously, I thought wrong.
Tristan hasn’t spoken a word to me.
He seems to be totally fine with Quinn, but if I so much as breathe in his direction, he turns his lip up in disgust and looks the other way.
I pull the lapels of my coat over my face and sink into the hood.
Lost in my frostbite nightmare, it takes me a second to realize Quinn is pulling over.
Turning to face him, I barely contain my shudder when the cool breeze slaps my cheeks, but by the hard set of his jaw, I know that won’t be an issue for long.
