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I’m so happy we’ve come this far, and I can’t wait to move forward.
Resting my hand on his stubbled cheek, I state, “No, that would be me.”
He unexpectedly turns serious, reaching for my cheek and drawing our foreheads together. “You’re my poison,” he whispers, and I gasp at the passion behind his words. “You’re my one weakness…but I’ve never felt so alive.”
He lowers his lips to mine.
This kiss isn’t filled with lust. It’s filled with love, and it’s my favorite kiss of all.
We make out until my lips are bruised and swollen, and I’m about ready to ditch the whole party and drag Quinn upstairs.
But he pulls away with a small smile.
“Later,” he says, thumbing my pouty bottom lip.
I raise an eyebrow in confusion, but he makes himself very clear.
“Later on tonight, I plan on stripping you naked and possessing every…single…inch of you.”
I can only nod because I know nothing remotely coherent will pass through my mute lips for the next few minutes.
“But for the moment, I’ll get us something to drink. I won’t be long,” he says with a smirk as he lays a final kiss on my eager lips before slipping on his mask and walking away.
Is tonight the night?
It makes sense that sex would be the next step in our relationship, and I’m not scared or having second thoughts. I just know that when we do, Quinn is right. He will possess every inch of me.
I know it’s not something I will ever regret because I want nothing more. This thing with Quinn is real, and no matter how far I run, I know he’ll run with me.
“What are you doing hiding out here?” Polly asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Just waiting for Quinn,” I reply, hoping my scarlet cheeks don’t give away what we were doing out here.
“You’re welcome,” Polly says, straightening her gown.
“Pardon?” I reply, totally confused about what I’m thanking her for.
“Tell me you weren’t drooling all over yourself when you saw Quinn,” Polly confidently replies, aware of how good he looks.
“Oh, right.” I chuckle, thinking she’s right, and I do owe her a big thank-you for making the hottest man alive even hotter.
“You both scrub up okay,” she says, which surprises me.
“Thanks, so do you. Love your dress. Although, red?” I query with a smile, looking at her satin gown.
Her glossy lips tip up into a calculated smirk as she replies, “Well, now you’re not the only one with the nickname Red. Anyway, I better get back out there. There’s one guy, holy shit. I don’t know who he is, but I’m going to find out.”
“Good luck,” I reply, feeling sorry for whoever’s caught Polly’s eye.
“I don’t need luck. There’s just something about metal in a guy’s face that drives me wild,” she adds over her shoulder before skipping off.
I don’t like her comment, as it makes me feel uneasy knowing she’s probably drooling over Quinn’s piercings. She has made it more than obvious she enjoys flirting with him, and she did threaten to do everything in her power to make me leave. What if this is all just a bullshit charade?
She’s putting on a little show, and when I’ve let my guard down, she pounces and punishes me for believing that she actually has a genuine bone in her body.
With that thought plaguing my mind, I realize I really could use a drink, and I wonder where Quinn is. I pull on my mask and decide to look for him.
Nat King Cole plays over the speakers as I walk into the vast living room where the party is in full swing. Looking around the lavish room filled with happy guests chatting while picking at the endless selection of finger foods, I know finding Quinn will be impossible.
