“This is why you can’t stay,” Quinn said. “Because I’d never forgive myself if anything happened to you. You know what your dad said to me that night, about us?”
Aaron shook his head.
“He said, ‘Be kind to each other.’ And that was never us, but God, I wanted it to be. And it was going to be. I was going to be kind and good and never say hurtful things to you again, and we were going to get out of Spruce Creek together, and I was going to figure out how to be happy, Aaron.” His voice cracked and tears slid down his cheeks. “And all because your dad told me that I could, and I believed him. Thirty minutes alone with the guy, and he made me want to be better. He made me want to be someone he could be proud of.”
Aaron reached out and took Quinn’s hand and laced their fingers together. His head was spinning. “Stay,” he said. “Stay with me for a while. Just to sleep, please.”
Quinn’s dark gaze held his, and then he nodded. “Yes.”
They went into the bedroom.