This Is Halloween | Quake
Pulling his t-shirt over his head, Jake sat down on the bed, apron sitting beside him. “Babe,” he called out, sliding his shoes on. “Are you about ready to go? If we don’t leave soon, we’re going to be late.” He slid his watch over his hand, onto his wrist, before fastening it. Standing up again, Jake slid the apron over his head before tying it around his waist. He brought a hand up to his face, scratching at the hair on his chin. “Quinn?”










