“She does,” I told her. “Sloan became more successful at granting prayers so there was a shift in powers. They get on like a house on fire. No bad blood.”
Dotting kisses down her neck, Quen closed her eyes and tilted her head to give me better access.
“She’ll love you just as much when you meet her,” I said without thinking.
Her eyes snapped open, and she pushed my shoulders until I looked at her properly.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“When I meet her?” she repeated.
I grinned. “If I’ve had to sit at dinner with your brother, more than once may I add, I think it’s only fair that you sit with my parents.”
“I’ve had dinner with Erik multiple times!”
“It’s not the same.”
“How so?”
I quirked an eyebrow. “I’ve yet to meet a person who Erik doesn’t love and they don’t love him back. It’s his thing after all. Quentin, are you nervous?”
“No!”
“Liar.”
Any protest she had was hushed when I pressed my lips to hers again and she melted into the embrace. This was something for her to worry about later. An issue we would cross when I’d straighten out everything surrounding it.
We didn’t touch on those topics again for the rest of the night, and instead, got lost in shallow breaths and quiet moans. Lost in an uncomplicated tangle of being together in the privacy of darkness.
The trip home was quicker and cheaper, thanks to Gray and his aura.
“I’m working atMurphy’stonight. Will I see you there?” Gray asked me.
“Maybe. Would you like to see me there?”
I wrapped my arms around his waist, and he looked down at me.
“Are you fishing for compliments, Scott?”
Feigning shock, I said, “Me? Never.”
He laughed and shook his head, tucking some hair behind my ear. “Then I won’t tell you I would like it very much if I saw you atMurphy’stonight. That I might even go as far as to say it would be the highlight of my shift.”
My cheeks coloured. “Yeah, yeah. Alright.”
Gray brought his face closer to mine and pulled me in so our bodies were flush together.
“You have become the highlight of my days,” he told me quietly.
My stomach flipped at his words, and blood rushed to my face, spreading down my neck. It was an open admission to how he felt and caught me off guard.
There was a knock on the door, and I gratefully broke away from Gray, who smirked.
“I’m going to get that,” I told him, still flustered.
“Sure thing.”
I couldn’t deal with this man. Every time I thought I could do this not serious-serious, not a relationship but still exclusive thing we were doing, he said or did something that made the words dance on the tip of my tongue.
