Spotting the aspirin on the top shelf, I grab the bottle and slam the cabinet door.
The contents inside rattle, but that’s the least of my worries.
Never. Again.
I make my way back to the bedroom armed with water and aspirin, but when I reach the half-open door, I freeze. Quinn’s back is to me and she stands in the middle of the room wearing nothing but a pair of tiny black panties, miles of soft skin on display and those scarlet curls spilling over her shoulders.
Fuuuck.
My pulse quickens and my cock stirs, still not understanding that Quinn is off limits.Wayoff limits. The only action I’m going to see tonight will be the palm of my hand.
Before I can turn away, she pulls a blue nightshirt over her head. The fabric slides down her back, covering her ass.
Thank Christ for small favors.
I draw a steadying breath, willing myself to chill—it’s not like I haven’t seen a naked woman before—and push the door open as she climbs into bed.
Quinn makes grabby hands at the cup and I hand it over, watching as she quickly drains half the glass.
“I brought you aspirin too,” I say, offering her the bottle.
She shakes her head and puts the glass on the nightstand. “I never get hangovers.”
“You’ve also never had an AMF.” I quirk a brow. “There’s a first time for everything.”
“Don’t I know it.” She tucks her feet under the fuzzy pink comforter. “I mean, never in a million years did I think I’d actually have Cooper DeLaurentis in my bedroom. Not outside my dreams, anyway.”
I pause, meeting her sleepy gaze. “Did you just admit to fantasizing about me?”
Quinn blinks, and her cheeks redden as she realizes what she just said. “I plead the fifth. Or alcohol induced confusion. Or… whatever,” she adds, flopping back on the mountain of pillows.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” I pull the blanket up and tuck her in. “Night, Quinn.”
I turn to leave and as I’m walking out the door, Quinn calls my name.
“Yeah?” I turn back to the bed.
“You forgot something.”
“What? You want a goodnight kiss?”
“I’d just as soon kiss a Wookiee,” she says, dissolving in a fit of giggles.
Laughing quietly, I shake my head.
I walked right into that one. Never even saw it coming.
Quinn’s the last person I’d expect to make a well-timed Wookiee joke. Padawan on the other hand…
Fuck me. My stomach drops. “You made a Star Wars joke.”
“Sorry. I couldn’t resist.”
She points to the light switch and I flip it off, my gaze lingering on her a little too long.
“Sweet dreams, Quinn.”
If she answers, I don’t hear it as I retreat down the hall.
