Page 30 of Stream Heat
OMG WHAT HAPPENED
I leaned into the mic, voice steadier than I felt. “Hey, chat. Yes, I’m alive. No, I’m not taking questions about what happened. And, yes, the background’s new. Good eye.”
The comments went wild, a blur of speculation and surprise.
“For those of you who missed it, I’m streaming from the Pack Wrecked house today. I’ll be working with them for the foreseeable future.”
ENEMIES TO LOVERS???
quinn + diesel content
is this real
I cleared my throat. “I know, I know. It’s the collaboration no one saw coming. Sometimes life throws you curveballs, and…”
A knock at the door, perfectly scripted, cut me off. Reid poked his head in.
“You ready for the joint segment?” His voice was smooth, calculated alpha charm.
“Perfect timing,” I said, waving him in. “Chat, brace yourselves; I’m about to add a second ego to this stream.”
He dropped into the seat next to mine, close enough that his scent rolled over me in a wave, sandalwood and ozone and something that short-circuited my brain. My whole body went tense. I forced myself to act unfazed.
“Miss me, Quinn?” He wore his classic smirk, the one that had been memed for years. “Chat was taking bets on it.”
“In their dreams,” I shot back, the banter coming easier now that we’d slipped into familiar rhythm. “They’re just surprised I haven’t stuffed a sock in your mouth to stop your snoring. For the record, these walls are paper thin.”
The truth was his room was nowhere near mine, I just needed to plant the idea for the fans.
Chat collectively lost their minds:
SHE KNOWS HOW HE SLEEPS
PACK WRECKED CONFIRMED
they’re bonding aren’t they omg
He huffed a laugh. “You’d think she’d appreciate the guy who makes her coffee every morning, but no, just complaints.”
I rolled my eyes. “If that sludge counts as coffee, I prefer my caffeine intravenously.”
“She takes it with two sugars,” he told the chat, like it was some big state secret. “Plays tough, but she’s got a sweet tooth.”
The implication wasn’t subtle, and my cheeks started to heat. Chat noticed, obviously.
the tension is unreal
quinn blushing????
diesel knows how she likes it
I pivoted hard back to the topic. “Right, anyway, like I was saying, I’ll be working with Pack Wrecked on content. Starting today.”
Reid picked it up, smooth as always. “We’re kicking off with a bang. The Apex Invitational, this weekend. Quinn’s on our squad.”
That was news. I shot him a look, and he just shrugged like it was nothing.
“If I have to haul your ass through qualifiers, it’s going to be a long weekend,” I said, refusing to let him see how thrown off-balance I was.
