“I’m not playing games, Scott. I want an answer.”
“I didn’t feel well.”
The keys hung from my index finger, and she reached out. I pulled them back quickly, and she stumbled.
“I thought you said you weren’t playing games,” Quen muttered.
“I think you’re lying to me.”
“Give me my keys.”
“Tell me the truth.”
“What do you want me to say, Gray?”
There it was. There was the flash of anger I fed off.
“You want me to say that I hated seeing you all over someone else at the bar?” she asked.
I smirked. She was jealous. Just like she’d been jealous over Elva. The same way I found myself jealous of Holden and Archer.
I pushed the key into the lock and opened the door, letting us into the house. I closed and locked it once we were both inside, and Quen kicked off her heels, sinking down to size.
“I’m going to bed,” she announced.
She took off up the stairs two at a time, and I followed suit. The door to her bedroom slammed shut, and I growled before letting my aura carry me through to the other side.
“Privacy, Grayson,” Quentin told me, but she didn’t sound surprised at my lack of boundaries.
“She kissed me, you know,” I clarified coolly.
“You encouraged it!”
How was she standing there having this conversation when she had a boyfriend to concern herself with now?
I advanced on her, like a hunter closing in on prey, until she hit the wall of her room.
“What do you want from me, Quentin?” My arms caged her in, and I stared down at her.
Her answer surprised me. “A friendship.”
She was looking up at me in such earnest that I almost laughed.
“I’m sorry?”
Quentin looked away from me. “I’m in a relationship,” she stated, “but I miss you.”
The words were so quiet, but they came crystal clear to my ears.
I could see it all over her face. This was only ever temporary. Quentin Scott was the type of woman who wanted commitment and a relationship. She wouldn’t get that from me and we both knew it, so she’d made a choice.
But she still wanted me here.
“You’re the one who stopped talking to me,” I pointed out.
She looked up at me again. “I know. I’m sorry.”
What was I meant to do with this woman?
