Call me," she whispered to him with a confidence that would fade as the days passed.
Qhuinn smiled a little. "Take care."
At the sound of the two words, Blay relaxed, his big shoulders easing up. In Qhuinn-landia, "Take care" was synonymous with "I'm never going to see, call or fuck you again.
Say the word. Say the word and I won't go.
Say the word, Qhuinn. Do it and I'll spend the night with you.
Better yet, why don't you just kiss me-
The male who'd just arrived laughed as he embraced Qhuinn. "You have such a way with words, cousin. I would say...trucker meets sailor crossed with a twelve-year-old.
J.R. WardStichwörter: jr-ward blay qhuinn lover-mine blaylock saxton
I catch you without your ahstrux nohtrum again, I'm turning you in."
Qhuinn cursed. "Yeah, and then I'll get fired. Which means V'll Donald trump my ass with a dagger. You're welcome.
Stichwörter: zsadist j-r-ward qhuinn lover-mine john-matthew
And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been.
All that came to him was...I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.
Stichwörter: jr-ward blay qhuinn lover-mine blaylock
I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of
me.
As Qhuinn looked at his best friend's handsome face, he felt as if he'd never not known that red hair, those blue eyes, those lips, that jaw. And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been. All that came to him was . . . I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.
J.R. WardStichwörter: broken-heart blay qhuinn
As the two of them came up against each other, Qhuinn's mouth
dropped open. But not because he was shocked and not because he wanted
in on the action.
He simply couldn't breathe. It was as if his ribs had frozen along with
his heart.
No . . . no, goddamn it, no . . .
Stichwörter: qhuinn
With stumbling feet, he blindly walked somewhere, anywhere. When he got to the king's study, he looked over his shoulder and checked the carpet over which he'd trodden. No trail of his blood. Which, considering the way his chest was hurting, was a surprise. Sure as shit felt like he'd been shot in the heart.
J.R. WardStichwörter: qhuinn
When he turned back around, his characteristic smart-ass smile was back in place. "Your wish is my command, prince of mine."
Don't call me that.
"How about good ol'-fashioned 'master'?" When John just glared over his shoulder, Quinn shrugged. "Fine. I'll go with fathead then. But that's your damage, I gave you options." [John
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