It was chilly out and Quinn had wandered away from Mack who was talking to some guy about something she didn't care about. She walked over to the fire and huddled close. She saw standing nearby making a s'more and rolled her eyes. "You know you'd have to run like ten miles just to burn one of those things off," she commented with a slight frown.
Quinn rolled her eyes playfully. "Don't point your stick at me." She walked over to him and broke a piece off of his s'more because it actually looked pretty good and she promised herself she wouldn't have more.
Quinn looked at the spot for a long moment before sitting down next to him. "I absolutely mind your stick in my direction," she mumbled, nibbling on her treat. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and shivered a little.
She took his hoodie and slipped it over her head. It was huge on her and it smelled like Hollister cologne or something by YSL. It was kind of spicy and not warm like Mack's, but she still liked it. "Thanks, I'm not captain yet, but I have high hopes."
"True, Margo doesn't want it, thank Go-goodness." He was on the team too and she wondered why he didn't want to go out for it as well. Her eyes drifted to the fire again and she shrugged at the question. "I don't know. I guess he's talking to his friends."
Quinn tensed a little in his arms but didn't pull away. He had big arms and he was warm. So, she relaxed after a moment. "Because I don't need to. They were boring me."
This time when Quinn shivered, it wasn't because she was cold. Her arm tingled where his fingers had been and she took a deep breath, blushing as she breathed out loudly. "You can keep me entertained as long as you keep that stick to yourself."
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