LOGINTyler's POV I woke up because I felt someone touching my hair. At first, I thought I was dreaming, then I felt it again—slow, gentle fingers moving through the strands near my temple. Almost absentminded, like the person doing it didn’t even realize they were doing it. I kept my eyes closed for a second longer, savoring it. The couch dipped beside me. The faint scent of Quin’s cologne—clean, expensive, unmistakably him—mixed with the lingering trace of hospital antiseptic. The familiar warmth of his body settled next to mine. Quin. I opened my eyes. The room was dark except for a single lamp in the corner, casting soft golden light across the room. Quin sat beside me, still wearing the clothes he’d left in hours earlier. His tie was gone,sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His expression looked exhausted. There were shadows under his eyes that hadn’t been there this afternoon. “Hey,” I murmured, voice rough with sleep. His hand paused in my hair. Then resumed, slower t
Quin's POVThe drive to the hospital was the fastest I've ever driven.I barely remembered grabbing my keys and telling Tyler I had to leave when his eyes opened. And I barely remembered the traffic lights I ran through. All I could hear was the nurse’s voice repeating in my head.'Your father was rushed in a few minutes ago.'The words kept looping, relentlessly in my head. My father might be a literal pain in the ass, but I don't want him to die like this.I couldn't think of a reason why he would collapse.For a terrifying twenty-minute drive, I was ten years old again—small, scared, helpless, certain something terrible was about to rip my world apart.By the time I reached the hospital, my hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles had gone white. I left the car in the first available spot and practically ran through the emergency entrance. A nurse directed me upstairs to the cardiac unit.My mother was the first person I saw. She sat outside a private room, loo
Quin's POVI have never felt this kind of peace before. Going on a date with someone you actually want ? Nothing beats that.The next day, Tyler had fallen asleep on the couch again.His book lay face-down on his chest, one arm dangling off the cushion, fingers relaxed. Afternoon sunlight streamed through the tall windows, bathing him in warm gold and highlighting the faint lines of exhaustion that still lingered from everything we’d been through.I should have woken him. Instead, I spent minutes pretending to review a contract I asked Claire to send to me, while my eyes kept drifting back to him.In my defense, he looked peaceful.Peaceful wasn’t something I usually associated with Tyler. He was motion and wit and relentless energy—talking, arguing, laughing, teasing, making my life infinitely more complicated in the best possible ways. Seeing him this relaxed, trusting enough to fall asleep in the middle of the day in our home, felt strangely precious.Dangerous thoughts.I've been
Tyler's POVI woke slowly to the most incredible sensation ever—wet heat surrounding my cock, warm and tight, with gentle suction that pulled a sleepy moan from my throat before I was even fully conscious."Mmm..."My eyes fluttered open. The room was dim with early evening light, and Quin was between my legs, his mouth working me with slow, devoted strokes. His eyes met mine as he took me deeper, tongue swirling around the head before sliding back down. A low groan rumbled in his chest when he saw I was awake.“Christ…” I gasped, hips twitching involuntarily.He didn’t stop. If anything, he redoubled his efforts, sucking me with long, wet pulls while one hand stroked the base in perfect rhythm. The pleasure was immediate and overwhelming. I threaded my fingers through his hair, not guiding him, just holding on as broken moans spilled from me."Ahh."He hummed around me, the vibration shooting straight to my core. His free hand caressed my thigh, then moved lower to gently cup and rol
Tyler's POVQuin looked me in the eyes and whispered, “I want to make love to you.” Those words sent a shiver up my spine. “Would you let me?”“Yes,” I breathed, reaching for him. “Please.”He kissed me deeply, then moved with slow purpose. He eased me onto my back and settled between my legs, his hands gentle but sure on my thighs as he spread them. He slowly began to rain kisses on my body. He started from my forehead down to the nape of my neck, to my nipples where he nibbled on them."Mmmm" a moan slipped out of my mouth.He took his precious time on each nipple—sucking and biting on one while his free hand moved around my body, occasionally pinching the free nipples. He did the same to both my nipples until he was satisfied.Then he moved down kissing my bidy as he did. I thought he was going to do the same with my dick but he ignored how hard I was and moved lower. Quin pressed his lips to the inside of my thigh, then moved inward with open-mouthed kisses until his tongue traced
Tyler's POV “Please say something.” I thought he was going to turn around and work out. And then things would be weird and awkward. Or that he was going to tell me I was crazy or something. I don't know. I just kept having that feeling even when I knew there was a 99.99 percent chance he felt the same way. He walked inside and set the glass down on the dresser carefully then turned around and stared at me for a moment as if he needed the extra second to steady himself. Then he crossed the room in three quiet steps and stopped in front of me. Close enough that I could see the faint shadows under his eyes, the way his jaw worked once before he spoke. “I heard you,” he said, voice low and rough at the edges. I swallowed. “I know. How much of it did you hear?” Quin looked at me for a long moment, like he was memorizing every detail of my face. Then he reached out—slowly, giving me time to pull away if I wanted—and cupped the side of my neck, thumb brushing along my jaw. His han
Tyler’s POV Quin was wrong. I wasn't Jealous. If we're pretending to be a married couple at least let's put on a real show. And that's what I did. “You’re blocking the door,” I said. “If you really wanted to leave, you would have already,” he replied. I frowned. “You’re enjoying this aren't you
Tyler's POVQuin Mackenzie kept giving me reasons to want to murder him everyday."Ah mmm."Fuck I couldn't even moan properly because my father in-law was on the other end of the call."Are you ok , Tyler? " But it was his mother's voice that came through first."Ye...mm. yes ma'am, just a little
Tyler’s POV“Mmmm…”Quin pulled out and went back in, but this time with two fingers.Like I said before, I never knew fingers could feel so damn good. At this rate I might come before we go any further. My body reacted faster than my thoughts could keep up, like it was desperate to feel somethin
Quin’s POVTyler didn’t push me away this time.That was the first thing I noticed. Not the tears or the way his shoulders shook before going still, and not even the way his hands had clenched weakly against my shirt before losing whatever strength they had left. It was the lack of resistance.He w







