QUINN
“You disappeared with a man who has been obsessively investigating you for weeks…”
Joe’s voice followed me upstairs like a shadow.
I shut the door hard and leaned against it briefly. My chest still felt tight from the argument.
I scoffed and pulled my heels off roughly. Joe was becoming too concerned with what I do.
But the truth is, he wasn’t entirely wrong. Something was happening between Morrison and me, but this time, I didn’t want it to stop.
For the first time in a very long time, I felt more alive and fresh. Morrison looked at me like something precious, wanted and desired.
His hands didn’t touch me carelessly. Each touch gave me goosebumps.
Somewhere along the line. Jasper had made me think I stopped being enough. But Morrison, he touched me like he had been starving
