Games We Play (One Night, #1)

by Dana Isaly

Wes: I swear to fucking god man if you let her walk out of your house in the morning for good I will never forgive you. I love her. Not to be dramatic, but I would die for Quin. I snorted. Idiot. Owen: Everything has been taken care of thanks to my quick thinking and very resourceful family. Tell Quin I say hello and that if she gets tired of your stupid games, my door is always open. My eye twitched at that one. Little shit knew exactly what to say to push my buttons. Hudson: You better have taken my advice because if I never see her again I’m going to be heartbroken. Wes and I are in love. Greg: I imagine I agree with whatever everyone else is typing and sending to you right now. Don’t be a dick. We just want to see you happy, man. She matches your energy. And if she can put up with your shit, you better keep her. I created a group chat with all four of them. I’ll tell her. Send. Now fuck off. She’s sleeping. My phone vibrated a few more times before I was able to sit it back on the stand, but I didn’t care. I would check it in the morning. And I already knew what they were saying. I yawned and pulled the covers higher. Maybe I would be able to sleep after all. I closed my eyes and counted Quinlan’s breaths until sleep found me.