Quinn
I am laying underneath my Naughty, in a dim lit kitchen with the apple sauce he’s cooking bubbling on the stove and spreading a divine scent all around us. There is unfinished dough in a large porcelain bowl too and for some reason, as he leans in and kisses me forcefully, his entire body splayed over mine in a suffocating caress that takes my breath away, and it all feels like a dream. It feels like he’s not the same spiteful guy who earlier today tried to seduce me and steal me from his own brother. When he growls his protectiveness at me it almost feels like he actually cares.
His lips feel soft against mine. His heart is hammering like crazy in war song alongside my own. I can’t think, I can’t move, I can’t do anything to stop him and I am not even sure I want to. Not when thos
