_Quinn's POV cont. I nearly launched myself out of the bed, but he held firm, arms tightening around me, pulling me back against him."What is wrong with you...""I meant it literally," he said, sounding almost amused."Sleeping together on the same bed. What did you think I meant?"I ignored him and pulled back again, but he didn't budge.His head rested more around me.I relaxed a bit, though my heart hadn't caught up yet."You still can't be in here. It's not right.""Why not?" he said, stubborn."Our parents are probably downstairs together right now, enjoying themselves. Why can't I also be with the person I like?"I managed to twist around to face him and noticed he didn't have his glasses on again.Then I caught the faint smell of champagne on his breath.He had been drinking."You should leave," I said quietly, pushing against him, but that only made him come closer to me."You promised you wouldn't do anything after I moved in.""I never promised anything," he said and open
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