(44) I am what I am

~Blair~

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 nodded.

“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.

The End