Quinn’s deep sleep was interrupted by knocks on the door. She opened her eyes, realizing that Zayd wasn’t in his room…it was only her.
A groan left her lips as she sat up. “Who’s there?”
“It’s Marcia. Can I come in for a minute?”
Quinn’s eyes widened immediately as she looked around at the remnants of last night scattered evidently on the floor; the clothes and the shoes…everything was messy. “I’m coming…give me a second!”
She jumped off the bed, wincing at the soreness in her core as she picked up the clothes, stuffing them beneath the sheet and buttoning on Zayd’s white shirt over her nakedness.
It covered a little over a quart of her thighs, but it was all she could find at the moment. This felt…it felt…
Quinn clenched her legs together as she walked towards the door. She fe
