Quinn was different. Quinnwas…
Special.
In so many ways that hecouldn’tsee.
“You were perfect,” I said,wishing I had stronger words to use. A way of telling himhowperfect he was.How much all this meant to me, how I could feel long-wounded parts of myselfhealing because Quinn had seen them, and he still liked me.
Quinnlikedme, andthat made everything seem okay.
He grinned as he stretchedhimself out beside me again, splaying one hand over my chest and sighing as hegot comfortable.
“I’ll clean us up this time,”he promised. “Just… gimme a minute.”
“Take as long as you like,”I said, turning my head to kiss his hair.
If he decided to lie likethis for the rest of the night, curled up against me and close enough that Icould hear his heartbeat with my good ear, then I wasn’t about to move him.
Some things were tooprecious to give up.
FIFTEEN
QUINN
The smell of cooking in thekitchen drew me in, my stomach growling as I closed the distance between myselfand the promise of food.
I’d woken up with the spotbeside me still warm and missed Fox right away. I wasn’t sure I shouldtellhim that, butthat was where we were.
Last night had been…
I didn’t have the wordsto describe it.Incrediblewasn’t nearly strong enough.
Life-changing. It had beenlife-changing, in so many ways I wasn’t even ready to think about it.
Fox was peering into afrying pan, his brows drawn together in concentration when I got to thekitchen, so I paused to watch him for a moment.
In the same flannel pajamapants and plain white t-shirt, he looked so goddamnsoft. Not that I’d ever beenafraid of him, but without his dark jeans and leather jacket, without his haircombed straight and slicked back, he was…
Different.
Gorgeous.
I mean, I knew that part. I’d known that themoment I saw him and if anything, he was hotter now that I’d had my hands allover him.
But there was more to itthan that.
Fox was a man, standingaround in my kitchen the morning after we’d had incredible sex andmaking me breakfast. Or at least, making what looked like a solid attempt atbreakfast.
It all felt sonormal.I’dnever had a man make me breakfast before.Definitelynot the morningafter we’dhad the best sex of my life.
Twice.
I could’ve gone a fewmore times. Justlookingat Fox was doing all kinds of things to my netherregions.
“Something smells amazing,”I said as he noticed me, heading over to the counter.
I didn’t miss Foxgiving me a once-over, either.
“Burnt, you mean?” he said,waving his spatula at a plate of…
