Thrown to the Wolves

Chapter 6

Markus's POV

"I take it you and Quentin made up?" Sean leaned against the kitchen table, a mug in his hand, raising a brow at me.

I tilted my head. "How'd you guess?"

"You've been grinning like an idiot all morning." 

I couldn't help it; I'd finally gotten closer to Quentin. I got to hold him in my arms, I got to kiss him! I smiled, tilting my head at Sean. Rolling his eyes, Sean set down a mug in front of me. "Come on, you've got a few meetings today, and then you're free." 

I knew what was implied; So you can spend the rest of the day with Quentin. Before I could say anything, I sat up straighter, hearing the soft footsteps of my mate. Sean had magically disappeared, and I thanked him. Quentin yawned, rubbing his eyes as he waddled down the stairs. I stood next to the stairs, just in time to catch Quentin as he stumbled, falling towards the floor. I reached out, pulling him close. Quentin blinked, yawning. "What?"

Smiling, I helped him over to the table. One of the things I loved about Quentin was how adorable he was in the morning when he was half-asleep. I handed him a mug of hot chocolate. Quentin took a small sip, wincing at the heat of the drink. While he drank, I smoothed down his hair, chuckling at his bedhead. Quentin sighed, leaning against me. I froze at the contact, my chest buzzing with excitement and from the touch of my mate.

"Quentin?" I spoke quietly, glancing at him.

Quentin blushed, pulling away quickly. "Sorry," he mumbled, rubbing his hair and messing it up again. I felt a twinge of disappointment. I was hoping it would last a little longer, but I messed it up. I knew Quentin wasn't very open with his feelings, so this was a very rare moment. And I ruined it. Quentin finished his drink and began walking back upstairs. 

"Quentin, wait!" 

Quentin turned, tilting his head at me. "What is it?"

I swallowed. "Well... I..." I scratched my neck. "I have some meetings today, but, after that... Maybe you'd like to hang out?" Hang out? Hang out?!! What am I, thirteen?

Quentin stared at me, before he blushed, crossing his arms. "Well... I have nothing else to do..." He fidgeted, furrowing his brow. 

My heart soared and I leaned forward, kissing his cheek. It was a risky move, but I couldn't stop myself. I want to be closer to him. Quentin's eyes widened, but he didn't scowl like he normally would, and he didn't look angry. I smiled. "I look forward to it."

Nodding, Quentin rushed upstairs before I could say anything else. Sean materialized next to me, sipping away at his mug of coffee. "At least you managed to ask him out, however poorly worded it was."

"Well... That's what counts, right?"

Sean shrugged. "Unless Quentin doesn't think it's actually a date."

"What?"

"He doesn't look like it, but I get the feeling he's the kind of person who takes what you say quite literally. If you said 'hanging out,' then maybe that's all Quentin thinks this is."

I smiled. "It doesn't matter. As long as I can get close to him, I can find a way to make him fall for me. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get ready for my 'hang out' with Quentin."