Chapter 11Just like that summer a decade ago, Aaron had given Quinn exactly what he’d needed before Quinn himself knew what to ask for, exactly.
When he’d slipped out of bed just past five, it was the most relaxed he’d been in…well, months. Of course, it wasn’t just the amazing s*x. That would’ve been a stupid thought to have—Quinn could get that anywhere. No, it was Aaron.
When Quinn was a teenager and had started to figure out the constant low-level danger his family lived in because what they did for a living, getting rid of an equally low level of alertness and fear had been rough.
There were times when he’d managed to relax, like when he sank into a good book or a computer game. Some movies had done that for him, too. But it wasn’t until that summer when he realized he could feel c
