Page 105 of More than Paper

Yep, Quinn’s drunk or she wouldn’t be touching me in front of Noah and Piper.Not that I’m not feeling some effects of the alcohol.

“I’m going to walk you up.” She steps out, and I follow. “See you guys later.”

The car takes off. Quinn and I stand in the cold, outside on her front stoop, while she fumbles to punch in the right code.

“Let me help you, doll.” I grab her hand and guide her finger to each button.

She giggles some more, turns, and wraps her arms around my neck. “You’re sooooooo good to me.”

I smile at her and walk with her into the building so she’s moving backward as I move forward. “I wish you’d let me be better to you.”

She puts her finger on my nose again. “You can be whatever you want to be to me.”

“Move to New York and let me be your man.”

“You are my man. My only man. And I love you.”

I push the elevator button. “That’s good because I only love you. Move to New York with me.”

The elevator door opens, and I push her to the side wall and push the button.

“You seem to really want me to move.” She giggles again.

“I do.” I cup her face. “You’re torturing me. Come to New York. Let me take care of you.”

And she is. Every day that goes by, I long for her to be with me. It’s the worst feeling I’ve ever known, and I’m ready for us to start our life together.

“I should move. You could keep me warm every night.”

“Yes, I will,” I eagerly say.

The elevator opens, and I quickly guide her to her apartment. “Give me your key, doll.”

We get inside. I lock the door and guide her into the bedroom from the glow of the streetlights outside her window. I’m feeling a little wobbly but Quinn’s wobblier.

She tears her shirt off, twirls it in the air, and releases it in my direction, giggling.

“If I moved to New York, I could kiss you like this every day.” She pulls me down, and we sloppily kiss each other.

I push her skirt off her and release my clothes then pull her onto the bed with me. “If you move to New York, I’ll do more than just kiss you every day.”

“You would like that, huh?”

My perma-grin is so wide, my cheeks start to hurt. “Guaranteed.”

“Do you think I would be a good New Yorker?”

“I think you’d make the best New Yorker. And you could write and do whatever else you wanted.”

“Whatever I want?”

I kiss her. “Yes, whatever you want.”

She giggles then her face gets serious. “I have a secret to tell you.”

I put my face next to hers on the pillow. “Tell me.”

“I love you.”

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