Love Unspoken

She had already moved from the head of the bed to the foot, staring intently at the bathroom door, waiting for him to come out. When he did, she patted the bed, inviting him over.

Alexander walked out, drying his hair with a towel, wearing a white bathrobe. The open collar showed the bandages on his chest.

"Why are you at the foot of the bed?" he asked.

Quinn tilted her head back with a cheeky smile. "Waiting for you."

Alexander met her gaze, feeling a mix of emotions.

He wiped his hair a few more times, tossed the towel onto the sofa, and lifted the blanket off her. "Get back to the head of the bed." "Okay," she said quickly, crawling back to the head of the bed.

After turning off the lights, as soon as he got into bed, she snuggled into his arms.

He held her close; her pajamas were so thick it felt like he was holding a furry soft toy.

Quinn loved his scent, a faint fragrance she couldn't identify but somehow, it made her feel secure.

In her homesick loneliness, holding Alexander and smelling his scent was her only comfort.

Her hair brushed his jaw, the fuzz on her pajamas tickled his chest, and her breath warmed his neck.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, the tightening grip around her waist woke her up.

against his neck, she complained softly, "You're holding me too

seemed as

hers and whispered

it?" she

waist, his voice becoming husky. "I can't hold back

understand and thought for a moment. "Do you need

about the

hold back?"

Alexander pressed a switch, and the

her instinctively bury her face in his

and sat up on the bed, looking at

looked at him in confusion, thinking, 'Why is he pulling me up? I don't need to go

you doing?" Quinn

her hand and said ambiguously, "Do you

and nodded. "You

and kissed her lips. "Just think of it as a

kissed him back, then said,

same tone he used to coax her, to coax him. She couldn't understand his gaze or guess his

on her shoulder, closed his eyes, and stayed like that for

sighed in frustration and finally let go of