A wave of emotion hits me hard, squeezing my lungs and stealing my breath. I turn my head and close my eyes, bracing against it, but it doesn’t help. I still feel it all.
Everything inside me aches and burns. All the cells in my body are screaming.
And they’re screaming the same thing:
Quinn.
Quinn.
Quinn.
The name of the man who looks at me like I’m a sunrise and laughs when I threaten to end his life.
The man whose ego is so big, it could flatten a city, but whose heart is so tender, it broke when he saw my scars.
The man I know almost nothing about except that he’s sweeter than any made man should be. Under all his macho swaggering, past his comic book superhero good looks and beyond his armor of snark, there lies a soul that aches with loneliness.
Just like mine does.
Or did,
