Alessandra
When I wake up, I’m cuddled against Quinn’s sleeping form. We’re entwined on the couch, his head tucked into the crook of my neck and his arms wrapped around my torso. I lift my head and find it’s still dark outside. We must have fallen asleep, talking about everything from me being a nanny to him being co-owner of an escort service and all of the insanity that ensues in both of our day-to-day jobs.
A blush warms my cheeks. How long did I talk? I was so comfortable. . .. It must have been over an hour before we both dozed off from the wine.
With a cringe, I recall telling Quinn about the time Ben threw up on me at the park, otherwise known as the most humiliating moment of Erica’s life. I think I even reenacted the completely bereft expression on her face when I approached he
