Page 7 of Their Holly Bell

“Holly is different. I knew it the moment I laid eyes on her. The more I find out the more I’m sure I need to make her mine, permanently.”

“What about me? How do you see me fitting into this? I’m not fighting you for her, and I’m not giving her up. We’ve never shared more than a night. Is that something you’re going to want to do?”

Before I can answer him, Holly arrives with two frosty mugs and a full pitcher.

“Here you go, boys. I can pour your beer Quinn, you don’t have to-” She tries to grab the pitcher out of Quinn’s hand, but he refuses and pours our beers for us as she watches with a cute frown on her face.

“Go get your shit done Precious. We’ll be here when you finish.”

“What does that mean?”

“Exactly what he said, Holly. You don’t think we’ll let you go home on your own after tonight, do you?”

“No, I guess not.”

When she’s gone, checking on other tables, Quinn leans in.

“We need to talk about this.” He says, pointing between him and I.

He might need to, but I’m not ready to go there. “Let it be Quinn. Maybe she is what was missing.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, the sting of shame hits me. He sits back and says nothing, watching Holly do her thing. The tick in his jaw is the only thing that lets me know what I said got to him. Fuck!

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