Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“I’m fine on the floor,” he mumbled and adjusted his pillow, laying his head back down.
“Quinn Beck!”
“Go away, Margot,” he grumbled in exasperation.
Margot ground out a frustrated noise before reaching down and grabbing his wrist. She pulled with everything she had but he didn’t budge. Mon dieu, he was heavy! She should have known, the man was all muscle and muscle was heavier than fat.
“You might as well let me go, Margot. You don’t have a chance in hell at moving me,” he snorted.
“I will start touching you all over then.” Margot bluffed, hoping he didn’t call her on it. She did not think she could really do that to him. She was not that mean.
Quinn’s eyes flew open and pinned her with an angry stare. “You won’t like what happens if you do,” he snarled.
Margot’s heart fluttered wildly at his threat. She did not think that he would hurt her, but he was still scary at the moment. Now what? Did she push it? He looked like was ready for a fight. His body was coiled tight and ready to defend against attack. Better not to push it.
“Please, Quinn, sleep on the bed. I do not like seeing you on the floor,” Margot tried gently.
Quinn jaw bulged on one side as he clenched his teeth. He just shook his head before dropping it back down to the pillow and closed his eyes.
Margot stomped her foot. “Merde! Why are you being so difficult?” She snapped irritably. “I promise I will not touch you again. You do not have to worry about that!”
Quinn groaned and scrubbed his face roughly with his hands. “This is not about you, Margot!” he said angrily and sat up.
“Then what is it about if it is not you being afraid that I will touch you?” Margot demanded.
“It’s none of your goddamn business!” Quinn shouted at her. “Just leave me the fuck alone, dammit!”
Margot flinched as the harshness of his tone at first but then she bristled. “Fine, Quinn, do not tell me what your problem is, but you will not speak to me that way, it is unacceptable and unnecessary. I do not care that you do not like me, I do not deserve to be yelled at like that.”
Without waiting for him to reply, Margot went and turned out the lamp, stomped around to the other side of the bed, and climbed in. She did not have to deal with him being a jerk to her. If he wanted to spend the rest of their trip on the floor, that was his prerogative. Margot was so angry that she wanted to scream. He was so bullheaded!
“I’m sorry, Margot,” he murmured into the dark after a few minutes of silence.
Margot did not even bother answering. If she opened her mouth, something snarky would come out, and they would end of fighting some more. She really did not want to fight with him. What she wanted was him in the bed with her, touching her, making her feel good, but that was not going to happen anytime soon, if ever again. Margot had no idea how long she stayed awake, but she found it hard to fall to sleep being as mad and irritated as she was.
The next morning, Margot awoke to Quinn crying out. She sat up and moved to the side of the bed where she could look over the edge at him. He was lying on his back, his head thrashing back and forth on his pillow. He kept whispering ‘No’ over and over. His skin glistened with sweat and his breathing was quick. He must have been having a nightmare. Margot was about to wake him up but she never got the chance because he ended up waking up on his own. His eyes flew open and he pulled in a sharp breath. After a moment, he sat up and rubbed his face roughly before shoving his hands into his hair. He propped his elbows on his bent knees and just sat there.
“Why will you not tell me what the problem is?” Margot asked quietly.
Quinn let out a startled gasp as his head whipped around to look at her. He obviously thought he was the only one awake.
Quinn cleared his throat before answering. “My family doesn’t even know what my problem is, so do you really think I would tell you?” he said, a nasty note to his tone.
Margot tried not to bristle but it was hard. “Maybe if you told someone it would not haunt you like it does,” she bit out harshly.
He laughed bitterly. “It will forever haunt me, whether I tell someone or not.”
“Then what does it matter? Just tell me what it is.” Margot sighed in exasperation.
“No, dammit! Stop fucking badgering me about it. I’m not telling you shit about my life!” Quinn snapped angrily as he got to his feet. He stormed off to the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him.