Irina
It felt like I was in a dream. My surroundings were lit by the iridescent light of the moon, and hundreds of tiny candles flickered low. Out here on Quinn’s deck, there was an uninterrupted view over the now-dark forest. A light breeze ruffled the trees and made the tops look like barley in a field. The hot tub jets fizzed and bubbled on the surface of the foamy tub. They added to the muted sounds of the forest to create a calming background buzz. Quinn’s leather and pine scent clung in the air even out here. To me, it was a smell that had rapidly become synonymous with home.
The coolness from the champagne flute contrasted with my overheated skin. Quinn had obviously pulled out all the romantic stops for tonight by way of an apology, but I felt like a fish out of water, like a be
