quinn hughes x sharks!reader
summary: reader is Macklin and Will's bff who works for the Sharks. She gets invited to the lakehouse after meeting Jack Hughes who thinks she would be perfect for his brother.
There was a week-long break after the Devils played the Sharks, and Jack Hughes was eager to take advantage of a couple of extra days in the sunny weather of San Jose. After a grueling stretch of games, a beach day sounded perfect.
“We just need to stop and pick one more person up, and then we’ll be good to go,” Macklin Celebrini said as he slid into the driver’s seat of the car.
“Who?” Jack asked, shifting in his seat to glance at Will Smith in the back.
“Y/n,” Macklin answered simply.
Will furrowed his brows. “Does she even know we’re coming?”
“No, but I’m sure she isn’t doing anything,” Macklin chirped, grinning. Will snorted in response, clearly used to this kind of behavior from him.
“Who’s Y/n?” Jack questioned, still confused.
“She’s our best friend,” Will said casually. “She also works for the Sharks in player personnel, which is how we met her.”
“Yeah, her job was to make sure we started acting like adults, and now she’s stuck with us forever,” Macklin joked.
Jack smirked. “Is she dating one of you?”
“I wish,” Will scoffed. “She says that we’re babies. But she’s our best friend for real; you’ll love her.”
When they finally made it to your door, Jack immediately understood why they were both so attached to you. You were stunning. Your long hair was piled haphazardly on top of your head, and you answered the door in an oversized Sharks sweatshirt and shorts, your bare legs curled slightly from standing in the doorway. There was an immediate spark of curiosity in Jack, but what entertained him most was the way your expression immediately twisted into mild annoyance the second you saw Macklin and Will.
“What are you doing here?” you asked warily, your voice laced with irritation.
“Come to the beach with us, please,” Macklin begged, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.
“I’m busy,” you replied, crossing your arms over your chest.
“No, you aren’t,” Will countered, stepping around you and waltzing into the apartment like he owned the place. “This is Jack, by the way.”
“I know who he is,” you grumbled, stepping aside to let them all in.
“Sorry to intrude,” Jack said sheepishly, and you waved him off.
“This is like every day of my life.”
Will and Macklin made themselves comfortable on your couch as you sighed, resigning yourself to their plans. As much as you griped about babysitting them, they were your best friends. What had started as a work obligation had turned into late-night hangouts, last-minute road trip plans, and a friendship you wouldn’t trade for anything.
You disappeared into your room to change, and when you emerged, Jack’s eyes instinctively followed you.
“Did you bring sunscreen? Food? Water?” you asked, hands on your hips.
Will and Macklin exchanged a sheepish glance before shaking their heads.
“Jesus Christ,” you muttered, moving into the kitchen to gather supplies.
“She’s like our mom,” Will told Jack, watching as you furrowed your brows in concentration while making sandwiches. “We’d probably die without her.”
“She tells us we’re like Ollie and Andy from Bob’s Burgers all the time,” Macklin added with a groan.
Jack snorted. He leaned against the counter, watching you thoughtfully. There was something about you that reminded him of his older brother.
“She’s kind of like Quinn,” he mused.
“That’s actually a good comparison,” Macklin said, nodding. “They’d be a hot couple.”
“Macklin,” you warned, hearing him loud and clear.
“What?” Macklin shrugged innocently. “I’m just saying. You’re both responsible adults who take care of children like us.”
You rolled your eyes, placing the last sandwich in the cooler. "I've never even met Quinn."
"But you've watched him play," Will pointed out with a smirk. "Remember when you said his edge work was—"
"Finish that sentence and I'm not packing any beer," you threatened, pointing a knife still coated in mayo at him.
Will immediately clamped his mouth shut while Jack's interest was piqued. "What did she say about Quinn's edge work?"
"Nothing," you said quickly, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. "Just professional observations."
Will smartly kept his mouth shut as you finished packing the cooler. Soon, you were all piled into the car, en route to the beach.
Once there, Macklin took off toward the water while you fell into step beside Will, Jack trailing slightly behind.
“You good?” you asked Will softly. He had been acting a little off since earlier—nothing obvious, but you knew him well enough to catch it.
“Yeah,” he said quickly. Too quickly. You shot him a look, and he sighed. “A lot of people are saying I should get sent down.”
Your heart clenched. You knew he was struggling a little, especially compared to how well Macklin was doing.
“A lot of people aren’t Coach,” you said gently. “You know what you need to work on.”
“I know,” he admitted. “The pressure is getting to me.”
“I’ll come in early with you this week to set up drills,” you offered.
A small smile tugged at his lips. “You’re too good to me.” He threw an arm around your shoulders as you walked down the beach together.
Jack watched the interaction quietly. He knew how tough it was to be a rookie in the NHL, and it reassured him to see that Will had someone looking out for him. He thought about Quinn and how the weight of being a captain seemed to be isolating him more and more.
As the day went on, you and Jack got to know each other better. He was charming, easy to talk to, and you found yourself enjoying his company more than expected.
“Do you have the summer off too?” Jack asked as you reapplied sunscreen.
You chuckled. “No, some of us have real jobs.”
Jack blushed. “I meant, do you get any time off?”
“I take most of my PTO during the summer,” you admitted.
“You should come to the lake with us,” he suggested. “Macklin and Will are already coming, and we have plenty of extra space.”
You hesitated, meeting his hopeful gaze. “I don’t want to intrude on guy time.”
“There will be other girls there,” he assured you. “And honestly, I don’t think they would survive without you.”
Macklin and Will reappeared, both dripping wet.
“Convincing her to come to the lake?” Macklin asked, moving his wet hair purposely over you to drip. You swatted at him but he jumped out of the way laughing.
“Please come, Y/n,” Will pleaded.
You sighed, leaning back against your towel. “Fine.”
Jack grinned. Maybe this trip would be more interesting than he thought.
—----------------------------------------------------
You landed in Michigan the evening of your first day off. Will came to get you and he swept you up in his arms the second he saw you.
“I missed you,” he exclaimed dramatically as you giggled, finally pulling apart.
“It’s been like three days buddy,” you reminded him, passing your bag off for him to carry.
“Three days too long, it’s been boring without you,” he complained.
“I doubt that,” you replied, amused. He talked your ear off on the ride to the house, mentioning that you just had time to drop your stuff off before they had a bonfire that night.
Macklin was sitting on the steps as you pulled up, bouncing up eagerly the second he saw you.
“Y/n!” He yelled bolting towards you.
“Hi Mack,” you laughed into him, melting into his familiar embrace. Will carried your stuff in and you let Macklin lead you into the house.
“Hey Jack,” you greeted, waving to the boy who was waiting in the entryway. He pulled you into a hug.
“Good to see you, y/n,” he said before tugging your arm. “Let me introduce you to everyone else.”
You met his younger brother Luke, his teammate Nico and his girlfriend, and then finally his older brother.
“I’m Quinn,” the oldest Hughes brother said, sticking out a hand to you. He had an amused expression on his face which you knew had to do with the two bouncing balls of energy that were behind you. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
"All good things, I hope," you said, feeling a flicker of self-consciousness as Quinn's hand lingered in yours a moment longer than necessary.
"Mostly complaints about how you force them to act like grown-ups," Quinn replied with a slight smirk, releasing your hand. "Which, honestly, is impressive. Getting Macklin to pick up after himself when he stayed with us was a challenge."
You laughed, feeling yourself relax a little. There was something about Quinn that put you at ease—a quiet confidence that contrasted with Macklin and Will's chaotic energy.
"I'll show you where you're staying," Jack offered, grabbing your bag from Will.
"I can take it," Will protested, but Jack was already heading up the stairs.
"You can fight over who gets to carry her stuff later," Quinn said dryly, giving you an apologetic glance that sent butterflies to your stomach. “The fire is already started.”
Sure enough there was a nice fire going in the backyard. A hodgepodge of lawn chairs and patio furniture surrounded it and you sat down on a comfy outdoor couch, Macklin plopping down right next to you. His arm slung behind you and you leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder.
“Long day?” He asked and you nodded.
“Had to tie up some last minute things at work and then of course saved all the packing for before the flight.”
“Sounds like you,” he teased and you rolled your eyes smiling.
“How’s it been here so far?” You asked.
“Fun, I missed the Hughes’ bros so it’s been good to catch up,” he told you. “The break will be good for us, especially Will.”
You looked over at Will, who was talking animatedly about something with Luke.
“I’ve been worried about him,” you admitted.
“Me too,” Macklin agreed. “He’ll figure it out.”
Quinn was watching you from across the fire, sipping his beer slowly, much to Jack’s amusement.
“Are you sure they aren’t in some weird throuple thing?” He finally asked, breaking the silence. Jack snorted, glancing over to you and Macklin.
“I promise you they aren’t,” he confirmed. “Just good friends.”
Quinn hummed noncommittally, taking another sip of his beer. His eyes hadn't left you since you'd arrived. There was something captivating about the way you fit so seamlessly into their group yet maintained a quiet authority over the rookies.
As the night progressed, you found yourself drifting between conversations. Luke was telling you about his latest game when Quinn finally approached, offering you another drink.
"Thanks," you said, accepting the cold beer from his hands. Your fingers brushed briefly, sending an unexpected jolt through you.
"So, player personnel," Quinn began, settling into the chair beside you. "That's an interesting role for someone so young."
You raised an eyebrow, “thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he backtracked. “Just thinking about how I would have enjoyed coming to the Canucks a little more if it was someone like you helping me versus a fifty year old man.”
“Someone like me?” You teased, grinning widely as the older brother blushed.
“You know what I mean,” he mumbled.
You laughed softly, taking a sip of your beer. “I do, actually. A lot of guys coming into the league are barely out of high school, moving across the country, or even from overseas. It helps to have someone who understands what that transition is like—who can be a little more... relatable.”
Quinn nodded, leaning back in his chair. “Makes sense. I remember my first year was a whirlwind. You must have your hands full with those two.” He nodded toward Macklin and Will, who were now arguing over the best way to roast a marshmallow.
“You have no idea,” you groaned playfully. “They’re like two overgrown puppies. They mean well, but I swear I spend half my time keeping them from doing something stupid.”
Quinn chuckled. “Sounds familiar. Jack and Luke were the same way growing up. Still are, honestly.”
You turned to face him more fully, intrigued. “So, does that make you the responsible one? The one who keeps everyone in check?”
He smirked, taking another sip of his beer. “I try, but Jack and Luke don’t listen to me half the time. I think they see me more as the grumpy older brother who ruins their fun.”
You tilted your head, considering him. “I don’t think you’re grumpy. More like... observant.”
His eyes flickered with something unreadable before he looked away, watching the fire. “Maybe.”
You studied him for a moment. Quinn was quieter than his brothers, more reserved, but there was an undeniable warmth to him—something steady, reliable. You could see why Jack and Luke looked up to him, even if they didn’t always admit it.
“So,” Quinn said, breaking the silence. “What did you say about my edge work?”
Your cheeks immediately flushed, and you groaned, dragging a hand over your face. “Oh my god, I knew Will was going to say something.”
Quinn’s smirk deepened. “I’m just curious. Professional observations, right?”
You sighed, shaking your head. “Fine. I might have said it was some of the best I’ve ever seen.”
He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Might have?”
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. “Okay, I did say that. Happy now?”
Quinn took a slow sip of his beer, his eyes never leaving yours. “Yeah. I think I am.”
The air between you felt charged for a split second before Macklin’s voice rang out, breaking the moment.
“Y/n! Come settle this for us. Who’s making the better s’more—me or Will?”
You turned to Quinn, laughing. “Duty calls.”
Quinn watched as you walked toward the rookies, effortlessly slipping back into your role as their unofficial big sister. Jack nudged him from the side, a knowing grin on his face.
“You’re screwed,” Jack muttered.
Quinn just hummed, eyes still locked on you. “Yeah. I think I am.”
The next morning, you woke up at sunrise, admiring the pretty sight from your window. Throwing a sweatshirt on, you headed down the stairs into the kitchen where you were surprised to see you weren’t the only one up.
“Morning,” Quinn greeted, leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee.
“I’m shocked to see someone else up,” you greeted, amused. You moved around him to pour your own cup before turning back.
“My body is too used to early mornings, can’t sleep past 8 now,” he admitted and you nodded.
“I’m the same way,” you said. “Probably for the best though.”
You opened his fridge and stood there puzzled.
“You have literally no food,” you said, turning to him in confusion. He shrugged his shoulders.
“We order out a lot or just grill,” he said like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Is there a grocery store nearby?” You asked.
“Okay let’s go,” you said, moving to find your shoes. Quinn chuckled but listened, grabbing his keys off the counter.
He followed you around the store amused, chiming in when you asked him for an opinion but mostly just admiring you.
“What were you going to eat on the boat today?” You asked, one hand on your hip as you looked at him over your shoulder.
“Good question,” he replied with a grin and you rolled your eyes.
“Mr. Responsible my ass,” you muttered. He paid for the groceries and you helped him load them into the car before going back to the house.
Once you were back, the two of you worked in silence. You making lunches for the day while Quinn cooked eggs, sausage, and potatoes for when everyone else woke up.
The kitchen filled with the aroma of breakfast as you and Quinn worked side by side, falling into an easy rhythm. You'd occasionally brush against each other reaching for utensils or ingredients, each contact sending a small jolt through you that you tried to ignore.
"You're good at this," Quinn observed, watching as you efficiently packed sandwiches for everyone.
"Taking care of man-children? I've had plenty of practice," you replied with a smirk.
He laughed, a warm sound that made your stomach flutter. "I meant cooking, but fair point."
"My mom always said if you're going to do something, do it well," you explained, carefully wrapping each sandwich. "Even if it's just making lunch for a bunch of overgrown hockey players.”
Quinn's eyes lingered on you longer than necessary. "I think we have similar mothers."
The smell of breakfast eventually lured the others downstairs, one by one. Macklin was the first to appear, his hair sticking up in every direction.
"You're cooking?" he asked, eyes widening as he took in the sight of you and Quinn working side by side in the kitchen.
"Someone had to," you replied, shooting Quinn a playful glance. "Otherwise you'd all starve."
"Or survive on takeout," Quinn added.
Will stumbled in next, making a beeline for the coffee. "Y/n's cooking? Thank god."
"Actually, Quinn made breakfast," you corrected, nodding toward the spread of eggs and sausage. "I'm just prepping for the boat."
"Team effort," Quinn said quietly, and you felt a small flutter in your chest at his words.
By the time everyone was fed and the kitchen cleaned up, the sun was high and you had just changed into your swimsuit, throwing on an oversized tshirt as a coverup. You followed the boys down to the dock, laughing with Will about something. Nico and his girlfriend were doing something else for the day so it was just the six of you on the water.
Jack got in the driver’s seat and brought you all out to the middle of the lake before sitting idle. Macklin flipped off the boat into the water and you laughed as you watched him come back up.
“The water’s great, get in,” he called out to you and Will. You pulled off your tshirt, revealing the bright red bikini you had chosen for the day and Will whistled.
“For fuck’s sake,” Quinn muttered as his eyes took in your figure, lost in a trance. Jack gave him a knowing grin which he returned with his middle finger.
The day went by quickly and you had a lot of fun; it was nice to just relax and not think about work for once. As it was winding down, Jack got ready to drive back but beckoned you over.
“You want to drive?” He asked and you bit your lip.
“I don’t know how,” you admitted and he patted his lap for you to sit down. You could feel Quinn’s stare from across the boat.
“Sit,” he commanded and you smirked, settling onto his lap, your back into his chest.
“I know what you’re doing,” you told him, looking over your shoulder to Quinn.
Jack chuckled, his breath warm against your ear. "Just helping out a friend," he whispered, guiding your hands onto the steering wheel. "It's easy. Just keep it steady."
You couldn't help but glance back at Quinn again. His jaw was clenched, eyes dark as he watched Jack's hands over yours. There was something thrilling about his reaction, though you tried to push that thought away.
"Eyes forward," Jack instructed, giving Quinn a smug look over your shoulder.
You focused on steering, surprised by how much you enjoyed the feeling of control as the boat cut through the water. The wind whipped your hair around your face, and you couldn't hold back your laughter as Jack guided you through a slightly sharper turn.
When you finally docked, Quinn was the first off the boat, mumbling something about going to shower.
The guys wanted to go out that night so you quickly showered and changed into a pair of loose jeans with a black lace bodysuit. You curled your hair and applied a thin layer of makeup, relying on the tan that was already appearing on your face to do most of the work.
Will was waiting outside of your door when you came out and he frowned as he took in your outfit.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, suddenly self conscious but Will just rolled his eyes.
“What’s happening y/n? Are you going to fall in love with Quinn and leave us behind?” He complained and you barked out laughter.
“Nothing is happening Will,” you promised. “I’ll never leave you.”
You pinched your cheeks with your fingers and he swatted at your hands.
“You irritate me,” he grumbled.
“But you love me,” you cheered, following him down the stairs.
The bar was packed, buzzing with laughter and music as bodies pressed together in the dim glow of neon signs. You thrived in places like this—loud, chaotic, full of life. The second you stepped inside, you lit up, greeting people as if you'd known them forever. Quinn watched you, as he always did, lingering just close enough to keep an eye on you, but not close enough to draw attention to it.
“Drinks first, then dancing,” you declared, grabbing Luke’s arm and tugging him toward the bar. He groaned but didn’t resist, while Quinn followed a few steps behind, his hands shoved deep in his pockets.
By the time you had a drink in hand, you were already scanning the crowd, eyes gleaming with mischief. A new song pulsed through the speakers, and you gasped. “Oh, this is my song! Luke, let’s go.”
Luke barely had time to react before you grabbed his wrist and dragged him toward the dance floor. “No, no, no—why me?” he protested, even as he stumbled after you.
“Because you’re fun, and I said so,” you shot back with a grin.
Quinn huffed a laugh into his beer as he leaned against a nearby pillar, watching as you seamlessly slipped into the rhythm of the song. You moved with an effortless confidence, laughing as Luke—reluctant at first—eventually gave in, mirroring your steps with exaggerated, playful movements. You twirled under his arm, your head thrown back in laughter, and Quinn felt something tighten in his chest.
"What are you staring at?" Jack's voice snapped Quinn out of his trance.
"Nothing," Quinn muttered, taking another swig of his beer.
Jack snorted. "Right. Absolutely nothing. That's why you haven't taken your eyes off her all night."
Quinn shot his brother a warning glance. "Drop it."
"All I'm saying is, she's single. And she clearly likes you," Jack said, nudging Quinn's shoulder. "I've never seen you this interested in someone."
"I'm not—" Quinn started, but stopped when he saw Macklin approach you on the dance floor, spinning you around effortlessly. The ease between you made something twist in his stomach.
"She's their friend," Quinn said finally. "It would be weird."
"Or," Jack countered, "it would be perfect. She already knows the hockey life. She puts up with the two of them all the time.”
“You seem to be forgetting the fact that I live in Vancouver and she lives in San Jose,” Quinn said sharply and Jack took a deep breath.
“True,” he admitted, not knowing what else to say.
An hour later you were beat, and desperate to go home. Unfortunately that sentiment wasn’t shared by the others.
“Just stay a little longer,” Luke begged, and you shook your head, a small smirk on your face.
“I’ll be fine to walk home, my social battery is just drained,” you told him. Quinn appeared behind you, his eyebrows furrowed.
“You’re not walking home by yourself,” he said firmly and you rolled your eyes.
“I’ll be fine,” you argued but he stood strong.
“I’ll come with you, just let me close my tab,” he said. You started to complain but he was already pulling you along. The two of you set out back to the house in silence, him caught up in his head about what Jack had said earlier. You were in the same boat, trying to figure out your budding feelings for someone you felt like you couldn’t have.
“Are you tired?” He asked once you reached the house.
“Not really, just tired of talking,” you admitted and he gave you a small smile.
“Movie?” He suggested. You agreed and went off to change into something more comfy before joining him in the living room. You sat a healthy distance apart while he put on a Marvel movie, per your request. Halfway through he looked over to see you with your arms wrapped around yourself.
“Cold?” He asked and you tore your gaze away from the screen to meet his.
He reached down to grab a blanket from the basket next to the couch and threw it over himself, patting the spot next to him.
You hesitated for a moment before sliding closer, allowing Quinn to drape the blanket over both of you. The warmth of his body next to yours was immediate and comforting.
"Better?" he asked, his voice lower than before.
"Much," you murmured, trying not to focus on how your thigh was now pressed against his.
As the movie continued, you found yourself gradually relaxing, your body naturally leaning closer to Quinn's. You weren't sure if it was the couple of drinks you'd had or the late hour, but something about sitting here with him felt right in a way you hadn't expected.
When your head eventually dropped onto his shoulder, he tensed for just a second before carefully adjusting his position to make you more comfortable. His arm came around you hesitantly, and when you didn't pull away, he let it rest there.
"This okay?" he whispered.
You nodded sleepily, fighting to keep your eyes open. When the credits finally rolled, neither of you made a move to get up. You were drifting off and Quinn was just enjoying the silence. That was shortlived as the rest of the guys got back from the bar, amused at the scene in front of them.
“Good movie huh?” Jack teased and you buried your head into Quinn’s chest in embarrassment. His arm was still hung around you
"I should go to bed," you mumbled against Quinn's shirt, feeling the rumble of his chuckle vibrate through his chest.
"Probably a good idea," he agreed softly, though his arm remained firmly around you.
Will and Macklin exchanged knowing glances, while Jack made a dramatic show of yawning and stretching. "Well, we'll just head upstairs then. Goodnight, you two."
You reluctantly pulled away from Quinn's warmth, avoiding his eyes as you stood. "Thanks for walking me home. And for the movie."
"Anytime," he replied, his voice a little rougher than usual.
You could feel his gaze following you as you headed up the stairs, and it took every ounce of willpower not to look back.
The next couple of days were filled with you and Quinn dancing around each other, nothing ever happening. As the evening of your last night approached part of you was disappointed but another part was relieved. You didn’t need to get attached.
The plan for the night was to grill out and Quinn manned the grill while you got the rest of the food set up. You were next to him with a plate for him to pile the burgers on when Will came bouncing over.
“We should set off fireworks,” he suggested, excitedly.
“No,” you and Quinn both said at the same time.
“Fine mom and dad,” he grumbled before stalking off. His words made you catch your breath and you avoided Quinn’s stare from next to you.
“We do look a little domestic,” he finally said and you giggled. You spent most of the evening with Will and Macklin who were already pre-depressed that you were leaving tomorrow.
"I'm not even gone yet," you laughed as Macklin dramatically draped himself across your lap on the patio furniture.
"But tomorrow you will be, and then we'll have to go back to San Jose, and you'll be all professional again," he whined.
"I'm always professional," you protested, though the words rang hollow even to your own ears. The truth was, you'd let your guard down here—with Will and Macklin, but especially with Quinn.
"You know what I mean," Will said, sitting on your other side. "No more movie nights, no more beach days. Just you telling us to tie our ties properly and reminding us about media training."
You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the fondness that washed over you. "We still hang out all the time.. Just... with fewer Hughes brothers around."
Your eyes drifted to Quinn, who was cleaning the grill.
“Yeah too bad for you,” Macklin teased and you blushed making Will laugh.
“She’s got it bad,” he sang. You pushed the boys off, shooting them the finger before walking over to where Quinn was.
“Need help?” You asked. He smiled at your question before shaking his head.
“Nah, I’m finished,” he told you. “Sit with me?”
You followed him to the opposite side of where your two gremlins were, in a more private area. Quinn sat down in a lawn chair and you started to sit next to him but he tugged at your hand, pulling you down into his lap.
You froze for a moment, surprised by his boldness, but then settled against him, your body fitting perfectly against his. The small fire pit in front of you cast a warm glow across your faces as Quinn's arms wrapped loosely around your waist.
"I've been wanting to do this all week," he admitted quietly, his breath warm against your ear.
You turned slightly to look at him, your faces now inches apart. "What stopped you?"
Quinn sighed, his thumb absently tracing circles on your hip. "A lot of things. The distance, for one. My brother being the one who introduced us. Those two over there being attached to you like barnacles," he nodded toward Will and Macklin, who were now engaged in what appeared to be a marshmallow-eating contest.
You laughed softly. "They are pretty clingy."
"I don't blame them," Quinn murmured. “This is selfish because I know you have to leave tomorrow but I just wanted to touch you at least once.”
“I’m glad you did,” you whispered,
Quinn's hand moved to your chin, tilting your face toward his. "Yeah?"
You nodded, barely breathing as he leaned closer. "Yeah."
His lips brushed against yours, tentatively at first, then with growing confidence as you responded. You shifted in his lap to face him and he deepened the kiss, his mouth moving along yours softly. The two of you were in your own world, caught up in only each other.
After a bit you pulled away, staring deeply into his eyes before sighing.
“What’s wrong angel?” He asked and you gave him a sad smile.
“I like you Quinn,” you admitted,
“And that makes you sad?” He teased and you let out a short laugh.
“I’m sad because there isn’t anything we can do about it,” you said and he didn’t say anything for a bit before pressing his lips against your forehead.
2087
stormborns
yousharknotpass
