Chapter 6
He caught Quin’s wrist and tugged lightly. “Come here.”
Quin leaned forward, across the space between them. Jerry closed his eyes, lips tingling as he waited for a kiss that never came. He felt the tip of Quin’s nose brush his cheek, then felt damp lips on his earlobe. “Inside,” Quin whispered, pulling his hand easily out of Jerry’s loose grip.
“Can’t we—” Jerry started, but the car door opened and slammed shut, leaving him alone. When he opened his eyes, he saw Quin’s backside cross the few remaining feet of yard before those long, lithe legs took the porch steps two at a time.
He needed no further prompting. Pocketing his keys, he hurried after Quin.