Page 24 of Claiming His Reunion Obsession

I feel like I’m nineteen again, like I could work all day and fuck all night and still have change over at the end.

She makes me feel incredible, the whole place just looks better, brighter and fresher because she’s in it. I can’t wait to have us staying here full time.

“I will need to get my car,” she says, and I know what’s coming straight after that. The one thing we’ve both put off, but why should it interfere with our own happiness?

“You can follow me back,” I tell her, “I’d prefer to be up front.”

“I can drive a car, Quinn,” she chides me, rolling her eyes but I know what’s bugging her before she even apologizes for being so short.

“We can go get some of your stuff, maybe see your dad at the same time, Chelle?” I suggest, feeling a sting as I hear myself even saying the words.

“It needs to be done, and I don’t want to leave Randy… your dad, hanging.” I tell her, which is the truth.

It hurts me a little, because if it wasn’t for Chelle being Randy’s daughter, and me knowing how mad it’s gonna make him when he finds out, he’s the one person I’d be dying to tell. That I’d finally found not only love, but the woman of my dreams too.

“You know, Quinn? I’ve been thinking,” she says, looking out again over the bay from the window. I can see some dark clouds rolling in, darkening the room as she speaks as they seem to swallow up the sun.

“It’s not really any of my dad’s business who I… well, y’know. Is it?”

I frown a nod, then shrug, “I know, Chelle, but…”

I know she’s right, but I also know her dad. It’ll mean the end of our friendship, potentially. I know that much. Randy’s so fixed in his ways and as stubborn as a mule. He’s not gonna leap for joy when he finds out I’ve claimed Chelle as my own, whether I tell him, she tells him or he hears it from anybody else.

“Like we kinda decided, Chelle. I won’t lie to him, and I know you don’t want to either.”

We press our heads together, catching the sound of the growing surf outside over the hum of the growing wind through the balcony, through the static emptiness of the condo.

“I love you Quinn, no matter what,” she says.

“And I love you,” I choke, surprised by my the emotion, but it’s the truth. I get so crazy about wanting to protect her, only because I love her so much. More than anything, and I’ll sacrifice whatever I have to do to keep her. To keep us.

We kiss, but it’s like when we come together. It’s like everything disappears when we touch, kiss and climax now. Our whole world is us and it’s the only world I want to live in anymore.

“So which is it going to be?” I ask her, but I hear a car horn sounding from outside, distracting me for a second.

I’m going to ask Chelle if she thinks we should get it over with, go get her car and see if we can sit down and have a talk with Randy, but there’s that horn blasting again.

Even from all the way up here I can hear it.

I move over to the window, but have to go outside onto the balcony to see down into the lot out the front of the building.

The wind’s picked up and sends a chilly blast into the whole condo as I open the sliding door, even just enough to squeeze through. Chelle’s not too far behind me either.

“Ah Jesus,” I murmur, feeling my whole body tense up, my hands making fists, but from sheer frustration this time.

I groan as Chelle joins me, clutching me by my side and we both look down.

“Fuck,” is all she can say, quickly turning and going back inside, before he sees her. Before he sees us.

But I’m not going anywhere. I need a minute to collect myself.

It’s like I watch our whole life together in fast forward in my mind, seeing him appear seemingly from nowhere.

I don’t like surprises, but at least I know he can’t get in without my say so.

Randy.

He’s turned up, god only knows how he found us and he’s driving Chelle’s car, which looks like it’s full of her stuff too.

At least he’s helping us to move… sort of…

Chapter Nineteen

Chelle

“Let me go down to him, Quinn. Give us a minute, okay,” I tell him. I’m not asking.

Yeah, Quinn and my dad have a long history, they’re best friends. But Randy’s my dad. My foster dad, but to me he’s my dad. Like Quinn’s my man now, my dad’s the only one I have, and I love them both but for a very different reason.

“He’s my dad and I need to go talk to him,” I tell him again, speaking over his growls of disapproval as I get dressed.

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