𝐷𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠

8

{Tiara}

I settle down on my bed, stretching lazily.

My phone rings just as I pick up the remote to watch SNL, my favorite show of all time.

I roll my eyes as Quincy's name pops up on the screen.

I haven't heard from him in like a week.

"Well well well."

"Hello to you too, Tiara."

His voice is so raspy, it makes my toes curl every time.

"What do you want? I'm watching my show."
I complain, reaching for my bowl of popcorn.

He sighs loudly.

"Can I come over?"

I check my watch even though I know what time it is.

Way too late to be getting visitors.

"No."

He groans.

"Come on, Tiara! Jenny left earlier to go see her mom and she won't be back till later on in the week. I'm lonely and scared."

I roll my eyes.

"Don't you have other friends?"
I question.

He doesn't miss a beat.
"You're my favorite one."

I almost choke on my popcorn.

I know he didn't just say that.

"We barely know each other."

"It's been 3 week, lovie. I know plenty about you."
He reasons.

I roll over on my side, sighing reluctantly.

"Fine. You can come over but you're sleeping on the cou-"

He hangs up before I can even finish.

What a jerk.

He grins like a child when I open the door for him.

I roll my eyes, trying not to smile myself.

He's so cute.

"Well come in. It's freezing."
I mutter.

Puck hoots his greeting, scrambling down Quincy's leg.

"I brought you this stick as a thank you present."
He says, holding out his hand.

I blush.

"That's a rose, Quin."
I mutter awkwardly.

He smirks.

"Felt like a stick to me."
He bites his lip.

Something tells me he knew exactly what he was grabbing.

The nerve of his sexy ass.

"It's so pretty."
I whisper, slowly taking it from him.