Quinn
Mark, Markus, is staring at my n*ipples with wide cobalt blue eyes and for a moment I lose my breath. All thoughts leave my head, including how I was using the time that Grey’s in the shower, even though I did tell him I’d behave, to get the f*uck out of here. I mean, it’s his fault he decided not to lock me up, right? Not that it would’ve helped anyway, I took the pin from the bathroom kit earlier, so… oops.
“Uhm, hi?” A goofy smile spreads my lips, followed by a nervous laugh because I do remember how Markus stared at me with a nasty look in his eyes last night.
For a second more he looks like he can’t decide whether to strangle me, or push me over the kitchen counter and do some really unholy things to me, but then, magically, a smile appears on his lips and it seems like he re
