Quinn by Doyle Dawn

Author:Doyle, Dawn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-23T16:00:00+00:00

Quinn

Kinsley’s room wasn’t what I expected. The carpet was soft, light gray, and even with my boots on, my feet sank into the deep pile. Long light-green curtains reached the floor, the same ones I saw twitching when I pulled up. When she turned to the left, I saw her plain covered bed straight ahead, silvery covers with white pillowcases, neat and tidy, and no clutter in sight.

I clutched my backpack, my hands not ready to let go. I was afraid to. I wanted to punch something, to drive my fists into the wall, the door, anything solid that would make me feel something. Hurt, pain, everything I needed to get rid of the coil winding inside of me.

“We don’t even like each other that much.”

Words that I wouldn’t have given a shit about if they’d come from anybody else’s mouth. But, for some reason, when they came out of hers, it fucking stung.

“I’ll just move these so you can sit here,” Kinsley said, shifting books, a laptop, and her camera off of the white desk and onto her bed. I stayed put, just staring at the matching chair, the gray cushioned seat slightly imprinted from where Kinsley had probably been sitting before I showed up. “Quinn.”

“Yeah.” I slung my bag onto the desk and sat down, the seat comfortable and warm. I took a few deep breaths, inhaling the scent permeating the air around me. It was pure Kinsley, the smell that hadn’t left me since the first fucking day.

Her long legs moved over to me, her skin bare except for a pair of black cut-off shorts, and no footwear—not even socks.

“Quinn, tell me what’s going on because this hot and cold thing you have with me is starting to stress me out,” she said, resting her hand on my shoulder. Fuck, I could feel it through the leather on my jacket, scorching me, though that could also have been the flare in my temper, the whirling rage wanting to spiral out of control. Kinsley sighed, turning away from me. “The silent treatment again.”

I knew I was an asshole, I knew my behavior was causing shit between us, but it was just how it was. I was me; she could deal, just like everybody else.

So why does it make me feel like shit with her?

I shrugged, sucked in a breath, and willed my body to chill the fuck out. I opened my bag and took out my books. “We’ve got studying to do.”

“Uh, sure.”

I watched her out of the corner of my eye, her ass moving as she headed over to her double bed, her deep-red tank top molding to her slim waist. My cock stirred, coming to life again from when I saw her on the stairs. Her long braid swished, and as I lifted my eyes, roaming up, I spotted some petals, shaded in various pinks, across her left shoulder.

Interesting.

I had my own ink, only visible when I took off my shirt. I shrugged off my jacket and draped it over the back of the chair.

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