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SIENNA
December 19th, 2023

"SIENNA?" A muffled voice sounds from behind my door, knocking lightly. I rub my eyes, just having woken up from a nap.

"Come in!" I say, knowing who to expect. Quinn walks in with a big smile on his face, coming to stand beside where I'm lying in my bed.

With his functioning arm, he grabs my hand and tugs me out of bed. "Come on," He grins, leading me out of my room and into the kitchen. On the counter, there's a bowl full of dough, a full jar filled with red sauce, a container full of cheese and lots of pepperoni.

"Pizza night?" He says, dragging the end of the sentence into a question. I can't fight the smile that creeps up onto my face, admiring how thoughtful this all is.

"Did you just whip this up while I was asleep?" I ask, looking up at him. He wasn't far from me, and I was close enough to smell his cologne. The scent had been growing on me lately, and now I loved when the scent lingered in my room after he'd been in it, or when we're in the truck together, or—

"Yeah," He laughs, "It was hard to grate the cheese, though." I wrap my arms around him, careful to avoid the sling as he returns the hug to the best of his ability. He'd been slowly but surely getting used to his injury, but he's needed some help here and there so far.

"Well, I would've helped if I'd have known you were busy doing all this." I say shyly, feeling a little guilty for doing nothing to help him, especially when I was the one with two functioning arms.

An arm snakes around my waist, and my gaze goes back to him again, smile still stuck on my face. "Where's the fun in that?" He smirks at me, looking into my eyes.

The butterflies swarming in my stomach from him are enough to get me nervous again, and I break our eye contact to look at the things he'd brought.

"Well, let's do this then." I giggle, poking the dough. He reaches into the bowl and grabs the entire blob, dropping it down onto the flour-covered counter.

He shows me how to spread it without tearing holes into the dough, and I can't help but laugh as he struggles to demonstrate. He pauses and looks over at me, grinning.

"Alright, giggles. Your turn." He teases, retracting his hand. I gently push the edges of the dough out, just like he had. He's watching over my shoulder, and if he lowers his head any more he'll be resting it on me.
Not that I'd mind that.

"You're good at that, Sienna." He compliments in an almost hushed voice, concentrating on watching the way I spread the pizza dough.

"Thank you!" I say, wiping powdery flour onto his nose. "Would you like to take over?" I offer with a smile that I'm sure is anything but convincing. He lets out a small sarcastic 'psh' before scooching around me.

He's much better at it than I am, and within 30 seconds of him working on it again, it's ready for our toppings. I grab the full jar of pizza sauce sitting right in front of me, gripping the lid and twisting as hard as I can.

I use every ounce of strength in my body to get the stupid thing open, but it doesn't budge. Defeated, I look up at a smirking Quinn, and hand him the jar. I watch as he easily opens it without looking away from me, and the series of events only makes his shit-eating grin grow.

"I loosened it for you." I defend myself, scooping into the jar with a big spoon before spreading it all over the pizza. Once we've got a pretty even layer, I reach for the cheese, only to find that the container is much emptier than before.

My eyes fall onto a guilty-looking Quinn, who's in the middle of chewing something. Cheese, no doubt.

"Quinn!" I scold, unable to hold back my laughter at the face he makes while he chews the cheese that was meant for the pizza.

"Oopsie?" He says after swallowing the mouthful he'd had, trying to hide his cheeky smile.

I reluctantly grab the block of cheese out from the fridge and grate some more, careful to stay where I could see Quinn. I don't trust him around the cheese.

Once I've slaved over the grater for a while, I decide that's enough cheese, and we sprinkle all of it onto our pizza.

I turn away for a second, and when I look back Quinn's reaching for the cheese that's covering our pizza.

"Quinn!" I slap his hand away, giggling. "That's for the pizza."

"I'm hungry." He pouts, getting some pepperoni and eating a slice, earning himself another look. I steal the rest away before he can eat it, and put some more on the pizza.

"15 minutes and the pizza will be ready." I tell him with a playful smile, "Are you gonna make it?"

He frowns, eating the leftover pepperoni now that we've used what we need. He taps the oven's screen, turning on the lights and watching our pizza as it cooks.

I watch him, entertained. He finally gets up with a sigh, and walks over to me.

"Would you like a pepperoni?" He asks with a happy look on his face, holding up a floppy piece. I shake my head, letting my arms wrap around his neck as he inches closer to me.

His face calms, and his arms slither around my waist. I bring one hand to the side of his face, desperately wanting him to connect our lips and kiss me already.

I see his eyes glancing down at my lips, and I get impatient. Our lips collide, and he pulls my body closer. The kiss is fast-paced, passionate, and messy. I lace my fingers in his hair as he runs his hands along the sides of my body, tracing just near my breasts teasingly.

I let my mouth fall open slightly, just enough for him to slip his tongue into my mouth. A small moan escapes from my lips as his hand just barely misses my tits, begging for more. He kisses me harder, and our lips move together in perfect rhythm. I reach under his shirt, feeling his toned muscles as I hint at wanting it off.

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