“I have.”
His eyes light up. “And?”
“And you have work to do.”
He pouts.
“All will be revealed on Sunday.”
“But that’s ages away.”
“Two days.” I kiss his nose. “Not ages at all.”
“If I get enough work done today, maybe we could play tomorrow instead?”
“Is that likely?”
He frowns. “No. Probably not.”
“Let’s stick with Sunday, okay?”
He nods. “When you get home after The Library tonight, join me?”
“I’d love to. We have a habit to make, remember?”
He gives me the sweetest smile imaginable. “I remember.”
“But right now, I’m going to go so I’m not distracting you.”
“You’re a very good distraction.”
I chuckle against his lips. “I know. Work hard.”
“Yes, Sir.”
A shiver runs down my spine. I smash my lips against his, kissing him fervently for a few seconds. Reluctantly, I tear my mouth from his, kiss his forehead, and then put my clothes on. I have to go, no matter how much I want to stay.
13
QUINN
I’m not sure why I decided doing an extreme Sudoku puzzle was a good idea. I stare at the grid that has too few numbers in, wishing Stefan was around to help. He’s good at maths, which I’m sure would give him an advantage at Sudoku.
I’m in the kitchen along with Hendrix, who has just finished making himself a Pot Noodle. He sits opposite me, staring intently.
I flick my gaze to him. “What?”
“I didn’t know Stefan was into giving hickies.”
I touch the bruise on my neck. When I looked at it in the mirror before coming downstairs, it was a deep shade of red. Maybe by Sunday, it will have turned purple. Looking at it, touching it, and thinking about it makes me insanely happy. Having someone notice it gives me a momentary high and a gentle fluttering in my stomach. It’s been a while since I’ve been with a guy who’s happy to leave obvious bruises on my skin. I’d forgotten how much of a rush it gives me. Of course, the downside is I won’t be standing up in the next few seconds as my legs have gone to sleep thanks to the burst of emotion, but I’m okay with that.
“How did you persuade him to give you one?”
“I asked.” At least my speech isn’t slurred.
He rests his chin on his hand. “You like being marked?” His eyes sparkle as he talks.
I meet his stare, knowing full well that he’s enjoying his guess-Quinn’s-kinks game. “Yes.”
