~ New York, Hilton hotel ~
Saturday
4:31 AM
Quentin is in the bed, looking at the profile of his sleeping fiery Goddess, covered in luxurious satin sheets.
He propped himself on his elbow to get a better view of her exquisite face. He did that last weekend also, when she slept off with a satisfied smile on her face, just like now.
Quentin is not sleepy. After all, his body-clock is on Seattle's time, and that makes it 1:30 AM. It's still not his time to call it a night. But Brianna is a New Yorker, and she must be exhausted after all the things they did.
Quentin is physically tired, but he is high on the fact that he spent the second night with his fiery Goddess. And he knows that she enjoyed as well.
Quentin suppressed his urge to pull her into his embrace and to cuddle with her until morning, because he knows that he might wake her up and she will probably not like it.
