The Stoic Alpha
Since my sister squeezed my shoulder before sitting down, I’m guessing she also realizes what’s happened between me and Quinn, not that anyone could ignore my scent all over her.
Quinn squirms in her chair again, and I reach over, running my fingers over the small of her back, trying to ease her discomfort. I don’t regret leaving my bite marks on her ass, but I do wish she was more comfortable. However, she never grumbles. Instead, she periodically looks at me, smiling the Quinn smile of old, the one I love seeing on her face and the one I know I’m currently responsible for.
“Geez, Emerson, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you smile this much,” Riley says, smirking at me as she pops a grape in he