One fateful night brings Maddy and Quinn together, a night full of promises and regrets. Will these two find out the true meaning of love? Or will their paths separate, never to see each other again.
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Maddy's Pov:
Quinn's tone was indifferent, making it hard to gauge what he was thinking.
"Do you have your car?" he asked.
"No, I came with Eve, but she's with Petey."
"Then how were you planning on getting home?"
I stared at him as we walked, trying to read his face. Nothing. But I couldn't help noticing his sharp side profile, defined jawline, and cheekbones. It's like - I want to just eat him. Jeez Maddy, what the fuck. That was definitely the hunger talking.
"Um, Uber?" I replied, though it came out more as a question.
We walked in silence, unsaid thoughts filling the air. I was impatient to know why he left me that night and why he was so hot and cold. As we reached the doors, I asked, "Where do you want to eat and talk?"
He stopped and looked at me. The light highlighted his face, and I noticed how tired he seemed. Feeling a bit guilty, I watched as he wet his lips and ran his fingers through his hair. He looked like a model. Talented and hot. Clearly he's God's favourite.
"Let's just go to my car," he said. I nodded and followed him, admiring his build. He obviously worked out. I exhale a steady breath as we approach his car. He unlocked it, and just as I reach for the door handle, his hand cut me off, opening it for me. My jaw dropped, this was the last thing I expected. He leaned against the door, waiting for me to get in. I mumbled a thanks, but he didn't reply, just closed the door and put his gear away before hopping into the driver's seat. I held the Chipotle bag in my lap, letting the delicious smell taunt me.
"We can just stay here, you know," I say as he starts the car.
"No, do you even know how dangerous this area is."
"Quinn, every part of Vancouver is dangerous. Hell, the whole world is dangerous for women. So what?" He turned to me, making a weird face before driving off.
...
We had been driving for a few minutes, and I wasn't seeing any place where we could stop. Frustrated, I groaned loudly.
"Almost there. Stop moaning," he says, causing my mouth to fall open and my cheeks flush.
"I was not moaning. It's called groaning. There's a difference."
"Oh really? Can you demonstrate the difference then Maddy?" I looked over at him, concerned. He seemed to be holding back a laugh.
"Hilarious, Quintin. Hilarious."
"Stop."
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Don't call me that."
"Quintin? Why not?" Oh, I was definitely calling him that.
"It reminds me of when I was in trouble with my mom." I laughed at how serious he sounded.
