Chapter 92 Dex And Reeves

• The fluorescent light bulb in the hostel’s hallway flickered. Quin stood in front of the wooden door, her hand hovering over the surface. The smell of old carpet cleaner and sweat clung to the walls, a cheap and distinctive scent that burnt at the back of her throat.
• She looked down at her phone, her phone screen flashing the last message from Dex.
• She wanted to turn around but her body betrayed her, her thighs pressing together in a slow motion that sent heat pooling between them.