“You knocked me up with twins,” Quinn said dryly as he reached over and picked her up, eliciting another adorable groan as he threw her over his shoulder and headed upstairs.
“I’m that good,” she said with a firm nod against his back, making him chuckle as he carried her to the master bedroom and-
“Was I too rough?” Dylan asked as he carefully laid her down on the bed.
“I barely felt a thing,” Quinn drawled as he pulled off her shoes and tossed them aside.
“Did I make you cry?” Dylan asked, sounding really fucking hopeful.
“Tears of joy,” Quinn said dryly as he pulled her socks off and tossed them aside before grabbing the comforter and pulled it over her.
Nodding, Dylan rolled over onto her side with a satisfied sigh and murmured, “I hope they have your glare,” taking him by surprise.
“And why is that?” Quinn found himself asking as he finished tucking her in.
“Because I love it when you glare,” she admitted, making his eyes narrow on the little brat.
“What else?” Quinn asked as he made his way into the bathroom and grabbed the trash can just in case. He-
“I used to be in love with you.”
-forgot how to breathe.
“What did you just say?” Quinn asked as he forced himself to walk back into the bedroom, telling himself every step of the way that he’d misheard her.
“I loved you,” came the muffled mumble from beneath the comforter, where Dylan had apparently curled up into a ball in the last thirty seconds.
“When?” Quinn asked hoarsely.
“Forever,” Dylan mumbled with a satisfied sigh as she moved to roll onto her side and somehow managed to fall off the bed.
“My ass,” she mumbled sadly as she blindly reached up to grab the comforter only to release a shuddering sigh when she couldn’t find it and settled for rolling under the bed instead, leaving him standing there, struggling to wrap his mind around what she just said and-
“I stopped after you broke my heart.”
CHAPTER 12
She wasn’t sure what she was more concerned about, the glaring or the fact that she couldn’t remember what happened last night. Then again, the pacing was a bit concerning, mostly because that muscle in his jaw twitched in time with each step as Quinn made his way back and forth across the large bedroom that she couldn’t remember passing out in last night.
Granted, most people would probably be more concerned about waking up to discover that they’d passed out underneath a bed at some point during the night, but considering what happened on her twenty-first birthday, she was actually good with this. Deciding to leave Quinn to his glaring, Dylan finished crawling out from under the bed.
For a moment, she considered asking him what happened last night, but something, mostly the glaring, told her that it would be in her best interest not to bring it up. Leaving him to whatever he was doing, Dylan made her way to the bathroom. After closing the door, she made quick use of the bathroom before she stepped into the shower big enough to fit a small army, turned the hot water knob as far as it would go and slowly exhaled as she stepped beneath the spray of hot water and-
Once again found herself wondering what happened last night.
She remembered Brooke pissing her off, being forced to show Quinn that she would make a valuable addition to the crew, and coming back here, realizing what they had to do and…
That was it.
Something told her that they didn’t have sex last night, mostly the glaring and the fact that she didn’t wake up to find Quinn crying tears of joy, which made her wonder what she could have possibly done to piss him off last night. There were so many possibilities, Dylan thought with a heartfelt sigh as she grabbed his shampoo off the shelf only to realize that it was the same brand that she used.
Curious, Dylan took in the conditioner that she used on his shelf, the same body wash, lime sugar skin scrub, and-
Was that her baby pink loofah sponge and razor? she found herself wondering as she took in the rest of the items neatly lined up on the shelf that clearly didn’t belong to the pissed-off man in the other room, making her wonder how he knew about her apartment and the fact that she’d been crashing in his trailer. No one else knew. She’d made sure of it, which left the question, how did he find out?
Deciding to find out, Dylan debated all the possibilities as she finished her shower, helped herself to a towel from the warmer, and couldn’t help but sigh with pleasure as she wrapped the towel around herself and savored its toastiness for a moment before she made her way back into the bedroom. She watched as Quinn paused mid-step to run his eyes over, his gaze slowly moving over her, pausing on her towel before moving down to her legs and-
Went back to doing what he did best.
