#feverhaus

“maybe the reason i hate you is because of the kind of person you are. you act like you’re above everyone else, but you’re just as human as the rest of us.” the femme had despised that the male was right, that no matter how much she loathed him, she would always come crawling back to him just because of how he made her feel in bed. “you disgust me.”

Quinn looked into his eyes, a slow smile spread across her features. "I know," she answered softly, her voice steady but warm. "It's rare to find someone I can truly trust, and right now, I feel like I can finally breathe again. Thanks for having my back, you don't even realize how much that means to me." She reached out, and gave his hand a gentle squeeze, as she felt a flicker of hope amid the chaos around them.

Willow tilted her head, a soft chuckle escaped her lips as she met his gaze, those brown eyes pulled her in despite the knot of tension in her chest. She shifted closer on the couch, her knee brushed against his thigh in the cozy dim light of the room. "Special? You? No, you're just buttering me up because you know I need it." Her voice carried a teasing lilt, but there was a hint of vulnerability underneath, her fingers twisted the hem of her shirt absentmindedly. "Distractions with good company, huh? Sounds like a line, but I'll bite. As for the stress…What's your wild guess, Knox?" she queried in amusement.

Skye's eyes narrowed, her cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and something hotter, more unwelcome, that she refused to acknowledge. She folded her arms over her chest, as she leaned forward just enough to invade his space without touching, her voice oozed with sarcasm and bite. "Ruffled my feathers? Please, Gael, you're about as threatening as a kitten with clipped claws. And fun? That's rich coming from you, chasing after anyone with a pulse just to prove you can." A sharp laugh escaped, but it didn't reach her eyes, her gaze flickered over him like she was dissecting every smug inch. "I didn't come here for your attention, you egomaniac. But if you're so desperate to relive our little history, fine, test me. See if I give a damn what happens when the bear wakes up. Spoiler alert, I won't be the one running." Her words hung in the air, laced with defiance, her body tense as if she dared him to make the next move.