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“Had I known this was the best way to get you to shut up, I would have suggested it years ago.”
my Indian Scout.
When I had my Victory, Polaris starting making Indians. MY mom got a chieftain and my dad a scout. I wanted a scout so bad. They are sweet little bikes.
He doesn’t use any force to stop me, doesn’t even tighten his hold on me. Like he knows the heat of his skin touching mine is more than enough to keep me here.
Sleeping With Sirens
Hell yes
But then that expression crosses his face. The same one he had the first night when I was leaving, and it hits me square in the chest all over again. Rejection. And I just can’t let him feel it. Not anymore, and not because of me. Fucking hell.
“Because no one knows,” I murmur. His eyes flick to me, and I continue, “Apart from you, I guess.”
“You…got me socks,” he says again, and this time, it hits me square in the chest.
Leave him breathless, the same way he does me. Constantly, and at every turn.
I love a lot of things about Quinn, actually, but it’s gotta be one of my favorites.
I love that damn mouth of his almost as much as I love him.
