Rolling over, Melody Thorne took the initiative to snuggle into Jared Quinn's arms, her arms and legs wrapped around his waist and chest.
Jared Quinn wanted to push her back to her original position, but couldn't bear to, so he half-held her like that.
In the morning, at seven, Jared Quinn woke up. When he awoke, he deliberately checked to see if the woman beside him had any unusual signs, and after confirming that he hadn't done anything to her, he was relieved.
As he opened the door, a man with disheveled hair was leaning against it asleep, and with the motion of the door opening, he fell inside.
"Quinn," Leon Rivers was looking utterly confused from sleep.
He had arrived here late last night, but Harold Chapman had stopped him, refusing to let him in, which forced him to wait until now.
"Where did you come crawling from, Leon Rivers?" Jared Quinn asked, full of disdain.
