You and Quentrell were very deeply in love. You thanked god everyday that you had found him. He was so incredibly sweet and treated you a princess. Quentrell loved you so much and would tell you everyday.

It was about 10 AM. Neither of you had to go into work so you two were sleeping in. Quen rolled over and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him. “Good morning, my love.” His whispered against your neck.