After a light tap on my brother’s door, he opened it, in his boxers, and the phone to his ear. He merely grunted when he saw me still dressed, and I headed down the stairs and out of the house as I made my way to Quinn’s.
She was still up — her light was still on, and I texted her to let her know I was outside. She answered the door with her hair in a pile on her head, looking like a bird’s nest. Her tank top was tight and displayed her braless breasts. Her PJ bottoms were a soft gray and hung loose. The strip of skin between her tank and her PJ bottoms had my entire focus while she backed into her living room as I closed and locked the door behind me.
“You look good.”
“I look like I’ve been studying all night and haven’t showered since this morning,” Quinn objected as she resumed her position on the couch, her textbooks around her.
“How long you need?” I asked, looking at her books.
“Ten, maybe fifteen?” she answered as she looked up at me. “You staying?”
“Yeah, I thought I would.” I leaned over and kissed her upturned face. “That okay?”
Quinn smiled against my lips. “Yeah, but you need to let me finish.”
“I always let you finish,” I said as I pushed off her.
“That’s such a dick thing to say,” she laughed as she turned her attention back to her books. “And don’t even make a dick joke,” she warned.
“I never joke about my dick,” I replied as I headed to her bedroom. “I’ll be in here.”
After a minute, I heard her groan in frustration. “I can’t concentrate knowing you’re in my bed, naked!” she called through to me.
“Okay, pretend I’m fully clothed,” I called back as I got into bed.
“Are you naked?”
“No.”
“Honest?”
“Never.”
“Gray!”
“Quinn!”
“I hate you,” she mumbled grumpily.
“Liar,” I teased back and heard her happy chuckle as she went back to studying.
Closing my eyes, I smiled to myself as I listened to her make her notes and then pack her stuff away.
She climbed into bed beside me after she’d been to the bathroom and done her nightly routine. “Don’t freak out,” she said as she tucked herself under my arm.
“Okay.” I opened one eye and looked at her, waiting.
“I bought you a toothbrush.” Quinn looked nervous. “It’s not that big a deal.”
“Why are you being defensive?” I said as I moved my head to look at her. “It’s a toothbrush, thanks. I was fed up using yours.”
“You can’t use mine!” Quinn pushed off my chest in shock. “Were you using mine?”
“Why is this a big deal?” I asked her with a laugh.
“Because it’s gross,” she protested.
“Quinn, I’ve had my mouth on every part of your body, and I’ve swapped enough body fluids with you until you’ve practically dehydrated me. I’ve had worse in my mouth than your toothbrush.”
