CHAPTER 35

• "Good, '" she smiles widely, standing on her toes to press her lips against mine, her hands moving down the space between our bodies to trail over the bulge in my pants; not caring of the few gazes in the room she's putting on a show for, and neither do That's the thing about Quinn.
• She keeps my sexual mind active. And it's one of the reasons why I tolerate her. "In the janitor's closet after class?" She pulls away from the kiss to whisper to my ear, and I hum, wrapping a hand around her neck to shove my tongue down her throat, and she moans; her finger rubbing against
• mon erection.