Quill stares into my eyes with an intensity that wasn't there before.
"You really want to know?" he asks, his lips touching my bare shoulder. I think it's his way to distract me from the question itself.
I can't help shudder at his touch though, making myself focus on him.
"Yes, I want to know." I reply, clearing my throat as my eyes stare into his.
He seems rather impressed that I've decided to ignore the distraction he caused. He brushes his palm against my face, sighing like as if he's giving in.
"Well-"
A crash outside our bedroom door sounds, and Quill is up before I can blink, a robe thrown over his body.
He opens the door carefully, his full frame taking up the entryway, and he sighs annoyed.
"What the hell are you doing at these odd hours?" he asks, anger coloring his tone.
