Greyson
I am still shaking a little as I get out of the bed and do what Quinn ordered me to do. The weird, sinking feeling is still at the pit of my stomach as I take a quick shower, brush my teeth and then get into the first clothes I can find. I am off duty today, and Mark is as well, so all I can do now is move to the kitchen and drown myself in coffee.
Quinn’s waiting at the side of my bed though. He’s fixed it while I was in the bathroom and my heart skips a beat at the smug smile dancing on his full lips.
“I hate unmade beds,” he explains, like it’s not a big deal at all, like it’s a given. “Hope you don’t mind.”
“I hate messes too,” I reply through a sudden lump in my throat and step toward him. I am still new to this showing affection business but he seems like he doesn’t mind
