Dorian's POV
"Nobody can see us, you don't have to keep touching me," I said, irritation sharpening my voice.
Lexie pulled her hand back and turned to face me. "Isn't this how it's supposed to be?"
I scowled at her. "No, Lexie, no. Don't push it," I said, walking away.
"Dorian please, just for this moment," Lexie begged behind me.
I didn't bother answering. I headed straight for the garden, hoping to find Quentin there. Sure enough, Quentin sat under the ivy tree, legs swinging, arms crossed tight.
I walked over and dropped down beside him. "Hey Cous."
Quentin looked up and stopped kicking. "Hey."
"What's eating at you?" I asked quietly, though I already had a pretty good idea.
"Same shit, different day," Quentin said with a shrug. "I really wish I didn't give a fuck."
I wrapped my arm around Quentin's shoulders. "I know it sucks, but you've got to let it go. Your dad deserves to be happy too."
Quentin let out a bitter laugh, and my chest clenched.
