“Nothing,” Quinn muttered. “I just can’t believe you came out of subspace with no sign of a drop, especially considering that was your first time.”
August knewnothingabout BDSM and kinks, so he hoped whatever Quinn was talking about was a good thing.
“I know cuddling totally goes against the friends-with-benefits boundaries, but I need to stay until I’m sure you’re good with what happened.”
August kept his fucking mouth shut as Quinn got back into the bed and took the empty place beside him, leaning on an elbow and smiling.
“I can’t wait to go home and work on the sketch. I’ll iron out a few details, then choose what paint I want to use. I know we’re going to the All-Star Game, but we should do this again when we get back, as long as you enjoyed it?”
“Very okay,” said August. “I didn’t think I was going to like it as much as I did.”
And before Quinn could spend anymore time fretting, August hooked his arms around his waist and rolled them, pinning Quinn to the bed with his body.
The boom of a frantic heartbeat vibrated against his eardrum as he waited for Quinn to protest, but when none came, he groaned and shifted to get comfortable.
“You’re a strong bastard, you know that?”
Nails scratched his scalp as they brushed through his hair, fingers curling into the locks to gently pull.
“Did you try to stop me from rolling us?” August asked. “I didn’t feel anything.”
The pull became rougher, and August laughed at the barely-there ache. His knee was throbbing more painfully than anything Quinn was doing to him.
“You’re a heavy bastard, too.”
He was, and maybe August was being delusional, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that they fit together perfectly.
If only his brain had the decency to remember how it felt to be in Quinn’s arms before he had thrown it all away.
Chapter 27
Quinn
August: Do you want to do something together while we’re in Toronto?
Quinn stared at his phone and the innocent message for so long that he forgot how to breathe. His body’s cry for oxygen eventually became too loud to ignore, and he ended up sucking in a deep breath too fast and coughing when he choked on it.
“You okay?” Eren asked, setting Quinn’s suitcase on his bed and leaning close to check on him. “Why are you so flushed?”
Quinn shoved his phone into his sweater pocket, ignoring the heat prickling his skin as he turned to Eren and scowled. “I’m notflushed, it’s just cold in Toronto, and the wind was hitting my face for too long.”
Eren stood and studied him, his blue eyes sweeping up and down like he was some visual goddamn lie detector.
Quinn should have been grumpy about it, but all he could think about was how Eren’s eyes were not the right shade of blue. He preferred them lighter, almost white like clear ice over a lake, or the sky right before a cozy snowfall.
Great, now he was comparing everything to August, and it was so obvious that the people around him were catching on.
“It was the wind, sure,” said Eren. “It has nothing to do with Gusty. I’m being delusional.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Quinn elbowed him, and for a guy who took punches and crashed into boards almost every night, he was a bit of a wimp when it came to Quinn pushing him around.
But as wimpy and annoying as Eren was, he was also observant and direct when he wanted to be.
“We brought the girls here to watch the All-Star game because they wanted me to take them. You don’t have to follow us around for the whole event, so anytime you want to leave and do your own thing, give me a heads up and have fun.”
Quinn’s hand tightened around his phone. He didn’thatethe thought of doing date things with August, and he had told him that was allowed when they came up with their rules. But saying it and then being confronted with doing it were two very different things.
And yeah, after cuddling in bed with the guy post-shibari session for two hours, Quinn had accepted a hard truth regarding his feelings toward August. He still needed more time to come to a final decision, so maybe agreeing to a date was a good opportunity to test his theories.
