Quin sat down onto his bed, looking at the wall nearby and grimacing. Why the hell did he want to talk to Casey alone? The redhead had nothing wrong with Jonas, but when it came to his best friend, it wasn't something he liked to do. Leave him with other men. Jealousy slightly struck him, and Quin's fingers gripped the sheets, grinding his teeth together and then taking a step out of bed so he could walk over to grab his Nintendo DS, deciding to distract his thoughts.
With his shirt removed, Quin stayed in his orange boxers, laying in his bed as his eyes stayed on the screen in an attempt to stop from thinking of Casey and Jonas. With a deep sigh, and a few minutes later, he dropped the DS onto his bed and couldn't stop from being way too curious for his own good.
Staying in his room, Quin knew that if the two were down there for a long time, he'd interrupt the conversation within seconds.
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