In Every Universe | Quinn Hughes

15 | Lily

I'VE GOT MY LEGS THROWN OVER QUINN'S LAP AND ONE HIS T-SHIRTS over my body as we lie in bed, coming down from our high, even still, an hour after it had happened. I felt like I could barely walk, and my body felt cold. I guess Quinn had noticed, because he stands without a word, reaching a pair of sweat pants from a pile of clean washing and tossing them at my lap.

Smiling up at him thankfully, but not being able to form actual words, I hoisted them over my hips. Since I'd met Quinn, neither of us had stuck around after hooking up to chat, and never for this long.

I felt awkward beyond belief, but I also knew that leaving so soon was the wrong thing to do. A part of me felt self conscious that maybe he wanted me to leave too, but he hadn't said anything yet. I chanced a sneaky glance at him out of the corner of my eyes, only to find his gaze already on me. Blushing, I turn back to face the wall, mortified to have been caught trying to get just a slight look at him.

I couldn't help it, he looked gorgeous with his hair messy from sex and his lips swollen from kissing me and his back covered in scratch marks that reached all the way to his hips.

I hadn't meant to mark him like that, it was purely by accident, he just felt so good. I couldn't resist. The thought that even if he were to go and hook up with another girl over the weekend, she'd see those marks and wonder who gave them to him, brought me slight comfort.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Quinn offered finally, probably sensing that I was eating myself up from the inside out.

I flickered my gaze up to him, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. "It's okay."

He shook his head, shuffling to sit directly beside me. "It's not, I can see you're beating yourself up over something, and I don't want to do anything more to hurt you, so throw me a line here."

I take a moment to glance at him, contemplating, before finally coming to an internal decision to just be out with it.

Sighing, I flutter my lashes up to him, watching his breath catch in his throat but not being self aware enough to realise it's because he thought I was pretty. "I feel like ever since I got here all we can do to each other is fight and tear each others clothes off."

He chuckled, scratching his cheek. "You're not wrong."

"I don't want to be like that anymore," I admit shyly. "It's messing with my head."

"You don't want to fuck anymore or you don't want to fight?" He asked, cocking his head to the side as he placed a stand of hair behind my ear gently.

"Both," I mutter. "I mean, we have some sort of attraction towards each other, right?"

Quinn faltered for a fraction of a second, what he felt for me was beyond attraction, but how was he mean to admit that? "Sure, I'll bite."

"I thought that having sex with you would get you out of my system," I admit with a shy smile, Quinn snorts.

"Yeah, cause that's worked before."

"I just don't want to be hurt by you," I frown.

Quinn sighs, he sees my point, besides, I was young and had barely been in relationships before, this was all new to me.

"How about," he grins, pulling me up from the bed and lacing our hands together with a smile. "We pause all sex for now, even though you're a dream to fuck, and just . . . I don't know, get to know each other for now?"

"Really?" I ask, hope in my eyes. "You're not mad?"

Quinn shakes his head, rolling his eyes. "Why would I be mad?"