Changing Seasons

I wanted to hear what he said. Whatever it was changed her entire composition. Her head hung. Her shoulders slumped, and if I’m not mistaken, she moaned. Several times she nodded and shivered. Her face reddened as she shifted from one foot to the other. Goodness, I needed supersonic ears.

Quincey stood to his full height and placed a tender wet kiss on her neck. London put on her shoes and grabbed her purse. Without saying a word, she hugged me and walked out.

“Bones of my bones. The flesh of my flesh.” He winked before closing my door. Wait…is she? Can’t be.

“Oh yes, what you are thinking is correct. London fights Quincey, but he’s a patient man. Will you play cards with me?” Drea asked.

“Sure. Let me change.” I glanced back at the door.

“London is safe with Quincey. He’s intense and loves hard. London hasn’t learned how to handle him and his domineering ways, but she will. That I know.”

I heard what Drea said loud and clear. It shocked me to learn that it is London that belongs to Quincey.

Damn.

But wait. If Quincey was her person, then what about that Cassian guy?

Geesh. To be caught up in such a tantalizing love triangle like that had to be invigorating.

Snap snap to you, Ms. London.