The aroma of something steamy made my mouth water and that was the wake up call for me. I opened my eyes to the the sunlight streaming through the window. Appreciating the little source of vitamin, I stretched, releasing a satisfied yawn. I glanced to beside me and found the spot empty. Quinn was not there. I shrugged. Figures. He was the one doing the cooking.

I folded my knees to my chest and leaned my chin on them. My face flushed as I recalled the previous night. That was really something crazy and would be best described as the most passionate and steamy night of my life. At least...