"You don't want me to tell the others what we talked about yet, right?" Dorian asked after Quinn had gathered himself together. Somewhat.
His eyes were puffy, his nose was a damn mess, and he was silently drinking his now cold hot chocolate, dazed.
Dorian had insisted that he sit in his lap. If Quinn wasn't rejecting him, then this was exactly what Dorian wanted. Quinn wasn't so certain, especially now that his parents were sitting with them and not sitting at the table nearby, but Dorian didn't seem to care.
His Mom was watching Dorian intently, like a hawk, and Dorian didn't care. He smiled at Quinn's parents, turning on the charm that he used to get the camera on him during games.
Quinn had watched a few of the popular ones in preparation for the meeting with Dorian and damn, the man could move. His thighs in those tiny little shorts and his thick ass shown off was…also a treat.
Quinn flushed.
