Cody
I carried Quinn up to the apartment for the second night in the row, but the two nights couldn’t have been more different.
The first night she’d been drunk and delirious. The second night, she was soft and warm and fast asleep in my arms.
We were both covered in dirt. Our black-tie clothing looked more like something you’d find in a dumpster than a gala, but I’d never felt so attractive and alive. With my soulmate cradled against me and the memories of running through the forest at her side fresh in my mind, my world had never been more perfect.
Beth opened the door when I knocked. She wore a large t-shirt and some colorful leggings, with her hair in one of those big clips on top of her head.
“What happened?” Her eyes were wide as she ushered me inside.
“Quinn shifted.” I couldn’t have hidden the pride in my smile if I’d tried.
“She didn’t.”
“She did.” I nodded, and a smile took over her entire face.
“I am so glad I let you in last night. I’d hug you, if you weren’t caked in dirt.” She winked, and I chuckled. “I saw you guys on Twitter earlier.” She held up her phone and showed me a picture of me and Quinn making out. With her skirt falling on either side of her bare legs, which were wrapped around my waist, and my fingers underneath the lace of her top, it looked much more sensual than it was.
“She wanted to start some kind of a scandal. I heard about her political engagement, and was losing control of my wolf. She said this would make more of a statement than punching Travis in the face.”
Beth laughed.
“Well it definitely did. My mom called me as soon as she left the party to tell me all about it, and Quinn’s mom keeps texting me to ask if she’s home yet.” She sat down on the edge of the coffee table and folded her arms. “You’re good for her, you know. She needs a reason to get out from under her parents.”
“Hopefully she sees it that way.” I gave her a quick smile. “I think I’m going to take Quinn to bed. Are you waiting up for Garrett?”
“Always.” She smiled, but it was a forced, tight smile. “He likes to go out with his buddies most nights. They watch baseball tapes and stuff, so it’s technically research, but…” Beth shrugged. “It’s okay. I like to be alone sometimes.”
I nodded. Though the relationship didn’t sound much like the ones my siblings had with their soulmates, I wasn’t exactly a relationship professional.
When I put Quinn down on the bed, she held on tight and wouldn’t let go.
“Do you still want me to sleep on the couch?” I whispered, running my hand over her hair. Even though it was dirty, it was still soft.
She only opened her eyes long enough to glare at me before she closed them and cuddled into my chest.
I took that as a no and pulled her into my arms.
Holding Quinn in my arms with both of us covered in dirt and exhausted more than made it worth finding her on that bar and getting puked on the night before.