Page 49 of Loving You

Not to mention the fact that she looks ready in every way but her clothes.

“Good morning, Miles,” she says as soon as the door slides open. She crosses her arms and leans on the doorway.

She’s wearing another set of those matching pajama ensembles with shorts and a shirt that buttons down the front. I do my best not to let my gaze wander down to her bare legs, but it’s hard.

She’s got really fucking nice legs.

She has nice everything: legs, ass, chest, smile, if I’m being honest. But until recent events, I never let myself look for too long.

I shouldn't be letting myself look now, but the more time we spend together, the harder it is not to.

Quinn is beautiful.

“What can I do for you?” she asks.

I snap my gaze to hers and then scratch the back of my neck.

“We have breakfast at my dad’s this morning.”

“Yeah, I was wondering what time that would be.”

“I forgot to tell you that part last night, but then I realized that I don’t have your phone number. Otherwise, I would have texted you when I did remember so that I wasn’t springing it on you this early.”

“Okay, how fast do I need to finish getting ready?”

“Twenty minutes?”

She nods. “Come in. I can be faster than that.”

She turns and heads for the bedroom, and my sight falls straight to her ass.

Of course it fucking does, and her shorts are so short in the back that just a sliver of her cheeks show.

Fuck.

I take a breath and scrub a hand over my face.

Being attracted to Quinn isn’t new for me, but being attracted to her and being around her this much without arguing is.

“Is this a special occasion?” she asks as she moves from the bedroom to the bathroom across the hall.

“No. Just Sunday breakfast.”

With some kind of makeup wand thing in her hand, she pokes her head out to look at me.

“You do this every Sunday?”

“Yep.”

“You, your brothers, and your dad.”

“Yep. And now Sadie. Then Ruby and Max when they’re in town.”

“I’ve never met Ruby,” she says loudly from the bathroom.

Because I’m used to looking at someone when they are talking to me, I turn to face where her voice is coming from and catch the exact moment she tosses her pajamas across the hall and back into the bedroom.

I would have taken her for the type of woman who takes her clothes off and folds them neatly to keep things tidy for when she needs to change back into them tonight.

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