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He knew it. In his instinct, Ian still had a thing for the mate he rejected. Somehow Reid likes this little game. Somehow, he wanted more of her tongue and her laugh. He wanted her so badly that even her scent was like a drug.

She checked her tablet while Quinn sent her things. To shop. She needs to go shopping and check for souvenirs. And it seems that he’s also going to meet many people.

“Oh, this is tiring,” Reid said.

“What? You ask for it.” Quinn said and flipped her platinum blonde hair. “Now, go and go…” She shooed them. “Make sure to take your time and just flirt.”

She frowned as she shook her head. He knew well that she was being forced but it can’t be that bad? Could she be enjoying it as well?

They headed to the ground floor while she was wiping her hands with wet wipes. He frowned as he moved closer to her.

“Why are you wiping your hands?”

“It’s sticky.” She said and handed it to her.

“I’m fine. I don’t want to wash my hands. It still has the memories of you.”

She