I’d been wondering if he was going to start tilting his head. “I’d like a number,” Quint said, and he raised his eyebrow, which was some relief. “Check your BG before you start, please, mon chaton,” Quint said, now calmly dicing an onion.ĭropping into my chair, I frowned at him over the table. I got the Secret New York coloring book I’d picked up with my textbooks, and my case of pencils and markers, and my test kit, and brought them all back to the dining table in a pile. I was half-turned away from him, sliding off the bar stool, when I did it, but still. “No,” Quint said placidly, “because you’re insisting and tense. “Because I offered to help cook?” I asked, and I couldn’t keep the indignation from my tone. Bring it out here and work on it at the table.” After a moment, he said, “I’d like you to do a page in one of your coloring books, please. Quint paused with his hand on the knife block and looked at me. “Thank you, I have it taken care of,” he said. I watched Quint take the cutting board down off its hook. He wouldn’t let Bradley shut him out again. He was just busy, and Zain knew what was going on now. “Not yet,” I said, and reminded myself that wasn’t something to worry about. “Though possibly not before the rain starts. “She’ll remind him to come home in time for dinner.” He glanced at the sky out the window, which was darkening rapidly. “He probably got talking with Zeggy,” Quint said. “Theo and Jagger aren’t back from babysitting yet?” “Hello, mon chaton,” he said, as I sat on one of the bar stools.
I came out of my room and found him unpacking a paper Whole Foods shopping bag. The next time I saw Quint was when he got home from work the following afternoon.
But at the moment, my exhaustion didn’t let me protest. “Close your eyes, please.”įalling asleep with him there beside me was starting to become too comfortable. “You’re welcome,” he said, and then smoothed his hand over my back. I’ll keep it on my bedside table where I’ll hear it and can bring it to you if anything urgent happens.” I know you only want to help your friend. “Oui, monsieur,” I said, my bottom clenching. “Even if he hadn’t told me, looking innocent while considering direct disobedience is not your strong suit, young man. He was holding out his hand, patiently, which just made it more embarrassing. My lip escaped my teeth as I gulped and hid my face half-under my duvet. “Yes,” Quint said, “Zain did text me about confiscating your phone.
What if he needed me to be there for him again later? I glanced at the end of the charger cord lying on my nightstand and bit my lip. Or Zain just didn’t want me stressing out more. “Then I’d believe he’s alright,” Quint said, with a gentle smile. Give your phone to Quint and go to sleep. I just need get Myrick there too and this whole thing’ll be solved, I hope. I talked him into going to Spectrum with me. “I’m not sure,” I said, and opened Zain’s email. Quint, sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me to finish, asked, “How is he?” I can’t back out of an agreement.Īnyway, I need to get some sleep. He wants me to go to a meeting of the gay-straight alliance with him. Nak was waking up and I had to get out of there. Two emails had come in, one each from Bradley and Zain. After Quint brought me to my room and pulled back the covers so I could climb into bed with a newly-reheated butt, he let me check my phone.
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