A Life Debt Repaid

“You’ll regret this tomorrow, Quinn,” Sam vowed stressfully, his whole body shaking since this felt worse than death.
“No, I won’t,” Quinn snapped slowly and clearly. “My only regret is only having *** once in my whole life, and it sucked! If
“What?!” Sam exclaimed in shock.
“Why did we only do it once?! And I was... passive!” Quinn continued loudly.
Sam pursed his lips-so she was talking about that one time they did it.
He almost thought...
But that was impossible, since Quinn and Ryan had been dating for so long, and he saw Quinn leaving Ryan’s room with his own
eyes!
‘Til take the lead this time!” Quinn’s gaze was clearly muddled, but her words mysteriously staunch. “Push me away, and I’ll bite!”
And with that, Quinn jumped on him, pinning him down as she threatened, “Don’t you dare resist.”
She kissed him again, and Sam did not fight back-he could not bear to push her away as she was now.
He had the feeling she would cry if he did, and he did not want her to cry or his heart would break.
As for after he sobered up tomorrow, he would just admit to exploiting her while she was vulnerable.
It was a long night, and Quinn tossed around during daybreak.
It felt like she had a truck ram into her, and she needed to make an effort just to move her toes.
As she wearily opened her eyes, it took her a long while to register the familiar surroundings and realize that she was still in
Sam’s bed.
Fragments of memories last night soon pieced themselves together into a complete story, and Quinn blushed.
She had certainly taken the lead, though she did not dare to think too far.
She was actually shocked that she would really go that far- now that she was sober, she would never be that bold.
However, she did not regret it, even if she had no idea how to behave around Sam now that she was sober.

Bracing herself while feeling bliss inside, she turned around, ready to face Sam... only to find the other side of the bed
completely empty.
Quinn frowned-where did he go? Did he leave that early?
She blushed again when she got up from bed, since she was naked.
She then remembered how they were embracing each other’s naked bodies to sleep for the night...
Quinn composed herself and picked up a shirt from the floor.
It belonged to Sam-it reached all the way to her thighs when she wore it, and she could well use it as a dress.
She walked toward the door and opened it, but Sam was not around.
The spacious house felt empty, even cold.
Quinn ultimately felt disappointed-she was convinced there would at least be warmth today after last night. She did not expect
Sam to go missing.
Taking deep breaths, she reined in her emotions before returning to the bedroom to look for her phone and call Sam.