I’m the first to wake this time, although I wish I wasn’t because I’m curled around Quinn’s body. I wish we could stay this way forever.
However, that quickly changes as I hear a distinct banging on the door, followed by a loud voice shouting, “Open up! It’s the police!”
I spring upright, my heart about to burst through my chest. I brush back my hair, my ears needing to confirm if what I heard is real.
As the thumping pounds louder against our door, I jump out of bed and frantically shake Quinn to wake him up because this s**t is real. Lucky growls low in his throat, but I softly shush him, and thankfully, he seems to understand the dire situation we’re faced with and remains quiet.
When Quinn doesn’t stir, I shake him once again.
“What?” he moans, his eyes slipping open.
But I place
