Quinn
I am still breathless, still confused, my mind and body in overdrive. Grey is sitting under me, breathing just as heavy, staring at me for the longest time. There is not even a trace of the post-orgasmic bliss from earlier on his face. It’s all confusion now, and I feel like my heart is sinking, because he doesn’t believe me. No one else believes me any way, so why would he, a stranger, believe just because he felt like sucking me earlier?
For a split second the image of him and Mark from last night when I first told them assaults me. They looked… done with my s*hit, ready to beat all stuff about visions out of my head. Even they, who thought I was a witch, kind of drew the line at my made-up psychic abilities. It was okay last night. Last night I hadn’t felt Grey under my skin, I
