When 8 year old Quinn literally falls into the arms of a 10 year old Daryl, it sparked something neither one of them expected. Over the next 3 months they become inseparable, until Quinn has to move away.
14 years later, Quinn volunteers to move bac...
My body is pushed up against the tree as he attacks my lips fiercely. I'm too stunned to move or do anything. I can't believe he's doing this, who does he think he is? Does he think by getting in my pants everything will be just fine? I don't think so. I put my hands on my chest and start to push him away, but he's too strong.
He slips his tongue into my mouth, and an unintentional moan slips out. His strong hands move down to my hips and he squeezes them. If he continues this torture, I won't be able to think straight. My hands wander up to his hair and I tangle my fingers through it. What am I doing? His arms move up to my waist, and his tongue is still in my mouth. But, it feels so good...
No. Why am I making out with this asshole?
I find strength and forcefully push him away from me. We're both panting, and I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
"Why did you do that?" I breathe.
"I don' know." he replied, looking off in the distance.
"Stop toying with me." I snap.
"It seemed ye liked to be toyed with." he fires back. We glare at each other, something we both seem to be good at.
"Fuck you." I spit. I grab my things off the ground and storm away from him.
"You wish." he calls.
I'm so infuriated that I don't have a clever response. I flip him off over my shoulder and head back to the house. I push the door open and slam my things on the counter.
"Are you okay?"
I'm startled to see Noah sitting in the living room watching TV, and even more surprised he's talking to me.
"Uh, fine. Just tired. I'm gonna go take a nap."
He nodded and turned his attention back to the television. I go down the hall to my bedroom and shut the door. I change into loungewear and climb under the covers. Tears soak my pillow as I drift off to sleep.
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The next afternoon, I receive an email from Austin, and the message is a phone number. It must be his. I dial it and he picks up after a few rings.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Austin. It's Quinn."
"Hey, Quinn! I'm glad you got my email. I was just going to ask you if you wanted to go out for drinks to celebrate your first week."
I contemplate for a moment, "Sure. Sounds fun!"
"Do you want to meet at the bar in town around 7:30?"
"Definitely. See you then!"
"See you!" he hangs up.
It doesn't take long for 7:30 to roll around. I put on a denim shirt with leggings and small black pumps. I straighten my hair and apply makeup. I wasn't sure how dressed up I needed to be, so I suppose this will do.
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I grab my purse and go out to the kitchen, where Noah is.
"There is a lot of food in the fridge for dinner, so have whatever you want." I tell him as I grab my keys.
"Have fun." he said with his head in the fridge searching.
When I arrive at the bar, my stomach churns when I see the familiar motorcycles parked out front. Of course he would be here, why wouldn't he be?
As soon as I step through the door, those blue eyes lock with mine. He looks stunned to see me here, but I notice Austin behind him waving at me. I smile at him, give Daryl a small glare, then walk over to Austin.
"Hey." he greets as I sit down.
"Hi." I smile.
"You look great."
I tuck hair behind me ear, "Thank you. So do you."
I can feel Daryl's burning gaze on the back of my head.
