Page 27 of Firecracker

Great, I’m a charity case, and he is just taking care of me.

Our eyes lock.

“Sleep huh, that’s all you want… I guess I should be so lucky that you got stuck babysitting me. Perfect,” I reply sarcastically.

A bit hurt that’s all he wants from me, I turn to the bathroom breaking our stare. My drunken state of mind has my body wanting more, but my coherent mind is telling me to be good.

“Ruby.”

I stop and turn to look at him, just as he’s pulling his t-shirt over his head showing me his magnificent upper body. His chest is massively sculpted with firm tight muscles. I blink and swallow the ‘Oh, Sweet Baby Jesus. Fuck me now’ comment that was about to fly from my lips.

Lord have mercy on me. Please let me have this man.

“It’s not what I want, but it’s what we need.”

Now I’m just confused. I nod with a smile and scan his body one last time, biting my lip before heading into the bathroom.

Confused as fuck, I just stand there looking at myself. He’s just taking care of me like he told Izzy. Fuck, I wonder if this is what Izzy was talking about with Gus. Is this how she feels? Like he’s doing his job and not really interested in her?

Well, I only live once, and this is my one weekend, so I just need to ask. Happy with my decision, I take my time getting ready for bed.

Hopefully, not to sleep.

I take a deep breath excited for what is about to happen hopefully, but when I open the door, it's completely black except for the small nightlight on the side of the bed where I guess I am sleeping. Quick’s big body is turned on its side away from me showing me he’s shirtless but completely asleep.

Well, I guess we are sleeping.

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