Quill stops when we're in his room, and I stare at him confused.
"But...the party..." I complain, wiggling out from the bed that he just set me on. My face almost hits the ground, but Quill snatches me right back up.
"You need water." he says, and I pout.
"You took forever getting ready. I was starting to think you didn't want to spend time with me." I said, and Quill closed his eyes, as he opened them up again.
"I'm sorry, love honest. I was trying hard to make sure I was clean after coming back a mess." he replied.
I didn't like that answer, but I stopped trying to run away, as I settled back on the bed. The best part about not wearing dresses anymore was that I no longer had to worry about silly tears or it being tangled around my legs.
"Quill, kiss me." I tell him, stopping him from ranting about Sir Butch. His jade green eyes widened, and he takes a step back instead of forward.
