I’d never seen the sunrise while sharing breakfast with a man before. It felt epically appropriate though, as though it was the dawn of something more, something new. And while the previous times I had spent with Quinn were highly sensual with a buzz in the air, this morning felt different. We ate together. We laughed together. We teased and spoke freely with each other. We bonded. Quinn dressed quickly in sweats, a tee, and a skullcap, slipping on his running shoes and walking me down to the basement. I felt his eyes on me and turned to face him. He gave me a goofy smile. My brows narrowed suspiciously as I asked slowly, “What?” He shook his head, but wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into the side of his body. Normally, this would cause my body to go rigid, but not today. Not with this man. I placed my hand on his t-shirt-covered stomach and melted into him, my cheek on his chest, breathing in his fresh scent.
