I watched the confrontation between Quinn and the drunk, shaking inside—and outside I realized as I looked at my hands. What if the man decided to try and fight him? Quinn was tall and well built but the drunk was huge, muscular and, well, drunk. As I saw him head for the door I sighed in relief.
“Are you all right?” Quinn asked in concern as he sat down beside me again.
“I was fine, if that’s what you’re upset about,” he said, running his hand over my back. “Handling drunks comes with the territory.”
I nodded again.
“Okay, want to spill it?”
“I…was afraid for you. That man…” It suddenly hit me and I started to shake all over again.
Quinn got it immediately. “He reminded you of your stepfather. I can see that now, his size and his voice. Oh hell, baby.” His arms went around me, wrapping me in a secure embrace. “It’s over,” he said softly. “It’s over and I’m here.” His voice caught and he whispered, “Always, if that’s what you want.”
I looked up at him and saw the question in his face, in his eyes. “Always sounds good to me,” was my heartfelt response.
His smile lit up my heart. Hell I think it lit up the whole room it was so broad. “You’re sure?”
“Yes Quinn, I’m sure. It’s only been a few days, but now I can’t begin to imagine what my life would be like if you weren’t in it.” I touched his cheek. “I fell for you that first night. Fell in love with you I think. And I love you more each time I see you.”
His reply was physical rather than verbal as he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me so wonderfully that I melted into it, breathing in his scent as I opened to him. I’ve never been kissed the way he kissed me. It was soft and hard, tender and demanding. It took me to heights I never thought I'd ever reach. And that was just his kiss. Somehow I knew that if…when we took the next step, I would be the happiest man ever because he loved me. Love I prayed I was worthy of and could return to him tenfold.