Greyson
A smirk lands on her lips just as a little growl escapes Demir. One that kind of matches my own, because why the hell is she calling my Quinn her ‘boo’? Demir still hasn’t said anything, he’s just standing there like the bodyguard that he actually is, unamused, watching everything unfold and waiting for the right moment to kill us all or something for looking his lover the wrong way.
And then there he is, Quinn in all his perfect glory, striding right in from my room, his cat walking with him, both of them glowing at the sight of no other than Geneva of all people. Mark and me just stand there and stare as he sweeps her off her feet, lifting her up in a hug which suddenly feels too intimate. The moment she’s in his arms, his shoulders relax and all the tension I didn’t even reali
