QUINN
“It will always be you,” Michael murmured just loud enough for my ears. This was a dream; it was simply too good to be true.
“I love you, too, Michael. It was always you; I was just too scared to admit it,” I whispered back. He ran his nose along mine as the song came to an end. I closed my eyes and basked in the beautiful electricity that flowed from his touch.
“Open your eyes, Blue,” he whispered. The song was over, and I could hear people muttering all around us as the next song began. They were probably unsure what to do.
I shook my head. “No, because when I wake up, it’ll all be gone,” I said. M kissed the tip of my nose.
“Trust me?” he asked. I nodded. “Then open those pretty eyes.”
I did as he said, opening my eyes to see him smiling down at me. Something loosened i
