Markus
He’s thinking about it. Again. And suddenly, I feel so done with all this s*hit, this stupid push and pull, having to rely on a human kid to help us finally start communicating, or break us apart forever, it’s too much. I mean, it’s a fact that I do like Quinn and after that mind-blowing head he gave me earlier, I can’t deny it anymore. He’s like a damn drug in and outside of the bedroom. But this is too much.
As I wait there for Grey to speak, to slap me in the face with his words again and break me for a thousandth time, I realize I can’t do it anymore. The pining, the jealousy, the will he, won’t he dynamics, it’s not healthy. The saddest part is I’ve spent my entire life waiting on him, secretly hoping something will come up and save us all from questioning and settle this th
