I adjusted the collar of Quinn's shirt and smoothened his shoulders, looking him over with a smile.
"Now don't you look handsome?" I said.
"Don't I always?" He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Ha." I tapped his shoulders.
We had taken our bath and prepared for a meeting with the were-panthers. Apparently, a driver was to pick us and bring us over to the city hall. Quinn was dressed in a button up shirt and dark jeans. I made good work on his hair and boy, did he look dashing. I was partially tempted to abandon the meeting and drag him to the bed. Blinking rapidly, I shook the thoughts away.
"Your turn." I spun around, indicating he helped zip up my red dress.
As I felt his fingers work the zip, I felt his breath on my neck and shivered. Looking at the mirror, I spotted his sugg
