I only wake because the bright sun streams through the sliver between the curtains, which conveniently hits me dead center in the face.
It takes a minute for my foggy, sleep-deprived brain to scan through the events of last night. And I can’t help but blush when thinking about what happened between Quinn and me.
I remember how gentle he was, something I never thought he’d be after seeing him and Amber together. But he did say it would never be that way between us. Now, I’m totally curious as to how things would be between us.
“Mornin’, Sleeping Beauty.”
Lost in Quinn thoughts, I fail to notice him in my room. He’s obviously had a shower because his hair is wet and tousled from towel drying, and I feel a little self-conscious about last night. I flush when I notice him smirking at me.
