little skin.” We lived in the twentieth century, and Quinn needed to get with the times. I didn’t mind appeasing him here and there, but I wasn’t about to revert back to the Stone Ages and cover my ankles before going outside.
He answered me with a grumble as we made our way outdoors.
“So why are you in college?” I asked as we strolled along the green lawns that led toward the quad. “I mean, you have five hundred years’ worth of knowledge. What more can you learn?”
“Boredom,” he said easily. “You can’t imagine how absolutely monotonous life can be when you’ve lived as long as I have. Not to mention, there is that constant desire to connect with people. The curse…it prevents me from…really connecting to anyone. But just being around people…helps. It gets lonely sometimes,” he said, trailing off.
My chest ached as I listened to him admit he felt lonely. To live as long as he had, having no one to confide in, no one to share with had to be maddening. Acting on instinct, I reached for him, wanting to offer up comfort.
Quinn shot me a warning look.
I dropped my hand to my side, my fingers flexing, crying out in agony for just one touch. “Oh, God. I forgot, sorry.”
We walked for a bit in comfortable silence until we reached my apartment, stopping just in front of the door. I looked up at Quinn unsure of what to do. I took a step forward with my hand raised, then realized my mistake and let my arm fall awkwardly. Normally when parting ways with a friend, I’d treat them to a hug or kiss. With Quinn, this was impossible. Neither of us knew quite what to say or do and an uncomfortable silence filled the air.
Quinn let out a deep, aggravated sigh. “Oh, for the love of fuck! I can’t take this. I’ll be back later to take you to class.” He motioned toward the door, wanting me to go inside before he left.
I bit down on my lower lip, nodding, as I unlocked the door and walked in. I looked over my shoulder to see him watching me, his hand held up as if to say goodbye. He was gone in an instant, vanishing into thin air. I jumped from the suddenness of it.
Damn. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.
After locking the front door, I hauled ass to the bathroom, thanking the Good Lord above it was unoccupied. I needed to hit the water locker in a bad way. The piping hot shower not only washed away the sweaty remnants of my workout, but helped ease the residual tension pent-up within me after parting ways with Quinn. As the scalding hot water rained down onto my skin, I closed my eyes, letting my subconscious mind take over my thoughts.
The sweet citrus smell of my shampoo permeated the air as I massaged the foamy suds into my scalp and down the length of my hair.
“Let me help you with that, a ghrá,” Quinn’s voice whispered suggestively. A pair of strong hands stroked my sudsy locks, drawing the shampoo through them in a leisurely fashion. Every inch of my body felt awake, alive, and on fire. The soft pads of his fingertips caressing my skin brought my body to life with a tingling sensation that covered me from head to toe.
“Mmmm…” I moaned in sheer delight, closing my eyes and reveling in the feel of his magical hands as they washed my hair.
My heart jumped the moment one of his hands slid down to my waist, the other moving to gently wash the skin just above my collarbone.
The air in the shower felt heavy and thick with a mixture of hot steam and growing desire.
“Lean back, Ryann. Let me wash you.”
With heavy lidded eyes, I leaned into the wide expanse of Quinn’s chest, the deep contours of his muscular pecs pressing against my back like a large, stone wall, solid and strong. Despite his massive size and considerable strength, he bathed me with extreme tenderness, whispering soft words from his ancient language which I couldn’t understand.
A small moan escaped my lips as his fingers grazed the side of my breast, and my back arched ever so slightly,
He answered me with a grumble as we made our way outdoors.
“So why are you in college?” I asked as we strolled along the green lawns that led toward the quad. “I mean, you have five hundred years’ worth of knowledge. What more can you learn?”
“Boredom,” he said easily. “You can’t imagine how absolutely monotonous life can be when you’ve lived as long as I have. Not to mention, there is that constant desire to connect with people. The curse…it prevents me from…really connecting to anyone. But just being around people…helps. It gets lonely sometimes,” he said, trailing off.
My chest ached as I listened to him admit he felt lonely. To live as long as he had, having no one to confide in, no one to share with had to be maddening. Acting on instinct, I reached for him, wanting to offer up comfort.
Quinn shot me a warning look.
I dropped my hand to my side, my fingers flexing, crying out in agony for just one touch. “Oh, God. I forgot, sorry.”
We walked for a bit in comfortable silence until we reached my apartment, stopping just in front of the door. I looked up at Quinn unsure of what to do. I took a step forward with my hand raised, then realized my mistake and let my arm fall awkwardly. Normally when parting ways with a friend, I’d treat them to a hug or kiss. With Quinn, this was impossible. Neither of us knew quite what to say or do and an uncomfortable silence filled the air.
Quinn let out a deep, aggravated sigh. “Oh, for the love of fuck! I can’t take this. I’ll be back later to take you to class.” He motioned toward the door, wanting me to go inside before he left.
I bit down on my lower lip, nodding, as I unlocked the door and walked in. I looked over my shoulder to see him watching me, his hand held up as if to say goodbye. He was gone in an instant, vanishing into thin air. I jumped from the suddenness of it.
Damn. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.
After locking the front door, I hauled ass to the bathroom, thanking the Good Lord above it was unoccupied. I needed to hit the water locker in a bad way. The piping hot shower not only washed away the sweaty remnants of my workout, but helped ease the residual tension pent-up within me after parting ways with Quinn. As the scalding hot water rained down onto my skin, I closed my eyes, letting my subconscious mind take over my thoughts.
The sweet citrus smell of my shampoo permeated the air as I massaged the foamy suds into my scalp and down the length of my hair.
“Let me help you with that, a ghrá,” Quinn’s voice whispered suggestively. A pair of strong hands stroked my sudsy locks, drawing the shampoo through them in a leisurely fashion. Every inch of my body felt awake, alive, and on fire. The soft pads of his fingertips caressing my skin brought my body to life with a tingling sensation that covered me from head to toe.
“Mmmm…” I moaned in sheer delight, closing my eyes and reveling in the feel of his magical hands as they washed my hair.
My heart jumped the moment one of his hands slid down to my waist, the other moving to gently wash the skin just above my collarbone.
The air in the shower felt heavy and thick with a mixture of hot steam and growing desire.
“Lean back, Ryann. Let me wash you.”
With heavy lidded eyes, I leaned into the wide expanse of Quinn’s chest, the deep contours of his muscular pecs pressing against my back like a large, stone wall, solid and strong. Despite his massive size and considerable strength, he bathed me with extreme tenderness, whispering soft words from his ancient language which I couldn’t understand.
A small moan escaped my lips as his fingers grazed the side of my breast, and my back arched ever so slightly,
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