“Why does it have to be complicated? I know you feel how I do, Quinn. Hell, the same thing I’ve felt for years, only now, it’s not something that I can ignore. It’s not something that I’m just willing to let you walk away from,” he whispers, turning my head toward him by grasping my chin. Our eyes lock. Steady. Intense. All-consuming. “The last week with you has been incredible, Quinn, and I know you feel the same. It feels natural as any relationship should. I’m not saying that it will be easy, and I don’t even know how we would do it, I’m just asking you to try.”
