"Stay away from me, you stalker!" She shouted, running as fast as her legs could carry her. But in her panic, she tripped, causing them both to tumble to the ground, this time, with him on top.
Staring down at her, Quinn smirked mischievously. "Why do I feel like this was intentional? Are these the 'ways' you mentioned, perhaps?" He teased, earning an irritated hiss from her.
"Get off me!" She snapped, pushing against his chest and struggling to free herself. Yet her efforts were futile, he was far too strong for her. What had she been thinking? Quinn had always been heavier, and brute strength wasn't her strong suit. She needed a better plan.
Leaning in closer, he murmured, "Like I said, there's no one here. You can drop the act and do whatever you have been dying to do to me. Better make your move before it's too late." His warm breath grazed her neck, sending an involuntary shiver through her body.
