Greyson
My head is spinning. It’s been spinning ever since earlier, when I finally pushed the words out and admitted how I felt about Mark. And how easily Quinn resolved the mate problem. How easily both me and Mark accepted his condition, desperate and thankful for the way out. The three of us know it’s a temporary fix, but it’s all we’ve got and it’s going to work, for now. But then, when Quinn started talking about himself, looking all vulnerable and confused, the mask of confidence slipping just a little to let us in, to take a glimpse at who he really is, how he really doesn’t realise his own value? It made me want to hug him and shield him from the world, because he’s too damn precious, the perfect contradiction to unravel layer after layer. For the first time in my life, I am not s
