“I loved the idea of getting my hands dirty and finding the next undiscovered dinosaur,” Quinn states, nuzzling my neck.
“What changed?”
“I found out the chances of that happening takes years. Or in some circumstances, never,” he replies, sucking the underside of my neck, his lip piercing chilling my skin. “And I’m not that patient.”
I shiver at the contact, heated by his words as I wonder if he is referring to something else. “And now?”
“Now what?”
“Now that you’ve grown up, what do you want to be?”
There is silence for a moment, and I can feel Quinn thinking over his answer before he replies.
“Now…now I just want to be a good man,” he finally answers, and the truth behind his words hurts my heart.
“You are a good man, Quinn,” I reply, turning around so I can meet his eyes.
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