Quinn turned, his eyes meeting mine. He smiled, slow and sweet, and I had to kiss him. I pressed my lips to his, expecting things to progress as they normally did. Quinn and I were explosive together. But instead of the combustion of lust I’d expected, something terrifyingly sweet, like a knife edged in sugar, sliced through me. In that moment, I bled out. All the love, all the longing and need for him in my life, flowed from me to him. I trembled, my lips clinging softly to the kiss, my body alight with the knowledge that no one else would ever do. I was his.
