the fuck it list

chapter 24

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Broken sunlight spills through the half-open half-closed blinds. My body feels warm. I glance over my shoulder and find Quinn sleeping with his lips slightly apart. His arms press me to his body where I feel his straining erection press against my thigh. I try to pull away from his grasp but he pulls me back towards him.

"Not yet," he groans, nuzzling his head against my neck. His soft breath makes goosebumps rise on my skin.

"Quinn I'm hungry," I whine. His strong arms lock around me.

"I'll cook you breakfast," he whispers, "go back to sleep."

I relax against his solid body willing myself to fall back asleep.

I open my eyes again and this time the sun is brighter than before. When I look over my shoulder I see Quinn wide awake, a relaxed smile and messy bed hair make him look effortless. His body is still pressed up against mine and the erection from before isn't gone yet.

Lord have mercy.

"Can you make me some breakfast now?" I ask if his eyes seem brighter in a way.

He nods and slips out of the bed and into the bathroom. My back feels cold without him being there.

I get out of bed as well and rummage through my suitcase, I find a light purple bathing suit. He stands in the doorway of the bathroom.

"What do you want?" he asks, leaning against the door.

"Whatever there is, is fine." I can't turn my eyes away from him.

"You gonna wear that."

I hold the bikini up, "yeah, I think so."

"You should wear it," he leaves the room.

I walk into the bathroom clutching the bathing suit to my chest. I scrub my teeth with my toothbrush and splash my face with water. I inspect the bathing suit one more time before stripping out of my clothes and putting it on without a second thought.

I dump my discarded clothes in my suitcase.

Hesitantly I walk out of the room feeling very exposed but putting one foot in front of the other I end up in the kitchen.

"What's for breakfast?" I ask the cold island presses into my back.

He turns around his face stoic as he runs his eyes over my body leaving a burn wherever he looks.

"Where is the rest of it?" he takes in short breaths.

I turn in a circle, "what do you mean, it covers everything."

"It barely covers your ass," he says through clenched teeth.

"Do you not like it," I say, teasing him.

"Fuck Lil, it looks good on you but your not wearing that outside of this apartment."

"But I like it," I cross my arms across my chest.

"I don't want to beat up any guy that looks at you."

I give him a smile, "aww are you jealous."

He walks towards me, his arms and body caging me against the counter. The veins in his arms look so close to bursting, spraying blood everywhere.

"Fuck," he drops his forehead to mine. His eyes are now clouded with desire.

Bringing one of my hands up I run it from the waistband of his shorts, up to his chest, and rest it against the side of his face.

Both of our breaths come out in short breaths willing the other to make the first move.

He leans closer, even if that's possible, and bridges the gap between our lips.

His lips are soft pressing against mine, my hands go around his neck.