Every part of my body hurts.
But it’s a good pain.
It’s a deliciously good pain.
I c***k open an eye. My hands are thankfully unbound, and my wrists are covered in a white ointment.
Quinn obviously felt bad for cuffing me to the bed. But after the mind-blowing orgasms he gave me, I should anger him more often.
I stretch, my body protesting, needing more sleep, and I turn to see that it’s after six o’clock. The bed is empty, and I wonder where Quinn is at such an early hour.
My plan to get information out of Justin was ruined after my orchestral declaration. And if Justin had any doubt of whom I belong to, he and our neighbors certainly now know.
That was Quinn’s plan all along because no way in hell would he allow me within five feet of Justin alone. I should be pissed, but I’m not.
