Feeling Different

Storm

I'm not sure how long I've sat on this bed waiting, and nothing has happened. I want to see Quinn. He shouldn't have gone to speak to Bailey alone.

"You're fine to leave," the doctor smiles at me, and I jump up.

"Storm," my dad looks at me. "He needs to decide today whether to stay or leave. We're expecting the others to come as well now that we've found them."

I nod at his words and leave. As I go through, I see Quinn walking towards my room.

"Quinn," I call out and rush to catch up. He stops by my door and looks at me. His eyes delve through my body, and I shake. He leans down, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck as he kisses me.

I go to speak, and he pushes me into the room, closing the door behind us. His hand comes up, brushing the hair away from my neck. His lips touch against my neck slowly as his hands pull the clothes from my body.

He turns and pins me against the door with his body. His nostrils flared, and heat burned through me, caused simply by the look in