Bad Luck (quinn hughes x oc)

XIII.

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Quinn had never kissed a girl like this. The moment her lips met his, he was all hers—literally. He never wanted to take his hands off of her: one was on her hip, the other on the side of her neck, warm with desire and desperation. He was so obsessed with Georgia Phan that he felt insane, but he couldn't have cared less.

When her lips parted ever so slightly, granting entrance to Quinn's tongue, he felt her arms around the back of his neck tighten, and she let out the softest moan. He grazed his palm up the side of her ribs, nudging her back against the car ever so slightly. There, she pulled back, breathless, and rested her forehead against his.

Georgia's eyes, though, were on their feet, until Quinn propped a finger beneath her chin to bring her gaze back up again. He pressed another soft kiss against her mouth and then murmured, "I'm so glad I threw that puck into your beer."

She giggled, and the sound was so intoxicating that Quinn couldn't help pulling her lips back to his. He never wanted to stop kissing her.

"I'm still a little pissed about it," Georgia teased, and Quinn silenced her chide with another kiss.

After a moment, he dropped his hands to meet Georgia's between them. "Do you want to come home with me?" he asked quietly, desperate to conceal the tremor in his voice.

It seemed to give Georgia pause, which left Quinn scrambling. Did he press his luck too far? Did he say the wrong thing?

But then Georgia tightened her grip on his fingers and sighed, "I want to—but I have to be in to work at eight." She lifted her gaze to meet Quinn's before adding, "You don't know how tempted I am to call in sick, though."

"It's okay," Quinn chuckled. "Maybe we can do something soon?" He raised his brows at her, and a smile broke across her lips, which was all the temptation Quinn needed to lean forward and kiss her again. When he pulled back he added, "I gotta get to Hoa's next game."

Georgia let out a contented hum as she leaned into Quinn's touch on her cheek. "Ice cream date after?" she suggested. "Hoa will just have to third-wheel."

Quinn laughed. "I'd love that," he replied. He pressed one last kiss to Georgia's forehead before declaring, "Let me know when you get home safe."

"Yes sir," Georgia replied with a chuckle. She gave Quinn's hand a squeeze before her grip fell away and she clambered into her car.

Quinn watched her drive all the way out of the lot and until her tail lights faded into the black Vancouver night.

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Messages

uni gals 🤢

Georgia
okay so shit went down last night

Fiona
wym?

Rhianne
is everything okay??

Georgia
yeah yeah all good
im just
confused

Rhianne
elaborate expeditiously please

Georgia
i hung out with Quinn like all night

Bethany
holy fuck
how are you not freaking out
did you guys sleep together???
tell us everything

Georgia
no we didn't sleep together
but we made out

Fiona
HOT HOT HOT
I BET IT WAS HOT

Bethany
omg g is gonna be a wag

Fiona
the wags are always soooo hot
just like g

Rhianne
lmao her gay ass is gonna end up falling
in love w one of the other wags

Georgia
chill out !!! we're not dating!
i can't be a wag if i'm not even
a girlfriend
the "g" in wag does not simply
stand for georgia!

Bethany
not yet but it will 😈

Rhianne
what are you confused about tho g?

Georgia
so i was with quinn all night
meanwhile dmitri was texting me
and he asked me out on a date

Bethany
wtf

Fiona
HUH???

Georgia
yeah

Bethany
ok but who cares now you have THE
quinn hughes
dmitri can suck a dick

Georgia
it's more complicated than that
dmitri is safer

Fiona
safer?

Georgia
bc like quinn could literally
get any girl. and who knows
how quickly he'll be done with me
and onto the next one

Rhianne
g don't say that, give him some
credit

Georgia
i just don't want to get hurt

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Ben cleared his throat loudly, one arm propped up against the screen around Georgia's desk.

"Fuck," Georgia hissed, shaken from her phone. "You scared me."

"Sorry," Ben replied, a smirk creeping across his face. "Just wanted to check in—see how you were doing."

There was something in the back of Ben's voice that made Georgia's stomach churn. He never just checked in on her. "I'm doing fine," she replied, as steadily as she could manage. "Just finishing up my lunch." She nodded towards the half-eaten salad container on her desk and then raised her eyebrows. "Do you need something?"

"Any big plans this week?" Ben prompted, crossing his arms over his chest.

Bringing a professional hockey player to my nephew's hockey game? Hanging out with Dmitri?

Both were true—but there was nothing that would ever convince Georgia to mention them to Ben. "Nothing," she snapped instead.

Ben hummed apathetically and then cracked his knuckles. It was almost like he wanted to say something—something that would almost certainly get under Georgia's skin—but instead he turned on his heels and returned to his office, shutting the door softly behind him.