𝐷𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠

9

{Quîncy}

Î smile when Î feel around and come across Puck tangled în Tîara's haîr.

He's so weîrd.

Î've caught hîm sleepîng peacefully whîle tangled în Jenny's haîr plenty of tîmes.

Î slowly rest my hand on somethîng soft.

Tîara's cheek.

She's so damn precîous.

Ît really kîlled me last nîght to hear such paîn în her voîce whîle she was talkîng about love.

She deserves the world.

She works so hard and provîdes for her and her famîly.

She deserves a lovîng partner.

One to hold her and kîss her and...love her.

There was such need and want în her voîce...

Ît was kînd of a turn on, to be honest.

Î kîck the blankets asîde and make my way to the bathroom.

She corners me în the kîtchen about an hour later.

Î can always feel her presence.

"Good mornîng."
Î rasp.

"What on earth are you doîng?"
There îs amusement în her voîce.

"What do you mean? Î'm waîtîng for you to make me breakfast. Î am a guest after all."
Î drawl, restîng my elbows on the table.

Î don't tell her that Î was debatîng on doîng ît but got too scared that Î would burn her house down.

"You're a weîrd man, Quîncy."
She yawns.

Î hear the frîdge open a second later but Î'm barely payîng any attentîon.

Her yawn îs adorable.

A comfortable sîlence falls as she starts makîng breakfast.

Ît îsn't untîl we're eatîng that she drops the bomb.

"Î have a questîon."

Î chew on a pîece of bacon.

She makes good bacon.

"Shoot."

"Why dîd you hold me...the way you held me last nîght?"

Î freeze.

"Huh?"
Î ask awkwardly.

Jesus Chrîst, Quîncy don't fuck thîs up.

"Î was just wonderîng."
She says quîetly.

"Well. Î guess Î felt bad. You saîd you wanted to be held so Î held you. Ît's no bîg deal."
Î try to brush ît off.