Page 88 of Sins or Secrets
Like clockwork, I woke with the sun.
That’s what I’m usually like, except when I spend the night with Quinn Cambray, where it’s more physical than what we did last night.
I’ve never just slept next to her and not had sex.
When I woke it was nice to watch her still cocooned in my arms, holding on to my shirt.
I hardly wanted to leave her, but I figured it would be nicer to make her breakfast.
We haven’t done that in a long time.
I made a full breakfast of sausages, poached eggs, scrambled eggs, French toast, and crispy bacon strips.
Normally I grab a piece of toast and make up for my lack of breakfast at lunchtime.I would have normally also worked out already, running a mile and lifting a few weights to get me started for the day.
Today I’m taking it easy. I want to play it by ear because I have questions for Quinn.
She comes down for breakfast at the perfect time.Just as I was flipping the toast, she sauntered into the kitchen looking like a million dollars to me.It’s hardly any different to how she looked last night; she just has on different clothes.
Another one of those tank tops to drive me crazy and shorts.Since it is hot outside it’s expected she’d dress for the weather.It’s just me who can’t stop thinking with my dick when I’m around her.
“Morning, my gosh, what is this?” she bubbles looking over the feast on the table.
“We’re having a hearty breakfast.”
“Thank you. It’s been years since I had a breakfast like this.”
“Years, woman, are you kidding me?”
“No. So this is really nice.”
“Sit and eat.” I wave my hand over the chair, pulling it out for her to sit.
“Thanks.” She plants herself down and rests her hands on the table.
“Can I do something?”
“No.”
“Do I have you for the day?” she asks, then she blushes when she realizes what she said.“I mean, are you going to be here today?”
“You have me for the day.” I sit opposite her.“We can talk if you want. Then we can go over those brochures I saw in the living room for the dance studio.”
“That sounds good. The talking part sounds good too.”
“Quinn, I only want you to talk if you feel comfortable.”
“I do. I’m sorry I told you the way I did.”
“Were you ever going to tell me?” I have to ask.
“No. I figured it was best you didn’t know.”
“I wish I wasn’t the stupid jarhead.I blame myself Quinn because it wasn’t your job to take care of me.It was my job to take care of you and our child, and I didn’t.” It feels so weird to say our child.
“I know you would have taken care of us if you knew the truth.I’m sorry I never gave you the chance.And, I'm sorry I lost the baby.”
I reach for her hand and give her a gentle squeeze."You listen to me, Quinn Cambray, you had an accident and you can't blame yourself anymore for losing the baby.I don't blame you, so you mustn't either."
