Quinn
Silence settles on the table and both Big and Naughty stare at me like I’ve grown a second head or whatever. They are not getting it, of course they aren’t, but I don’t care. I said what I said and I am not backing down. I won’t risk Mark’s life, just like I told Grey and I don’t want Mark getting sad again for one, not having a mate, and two, being scared that one day Grey might meet his own and forget about us.
Not even trying to hide my victorious grin, I lean back in my chair and sip from my wine like the fine high educated man that I am. Well, I guess I am indeed more emotionally mature than my boyfriends at least, which is a contradiction, but still.
It’s Mark who nods first, raising his glass to mine and I don’t miss the relief that passes through his face. He tries to hide
