**Quinn's POV**

"Grayson, that's enough," I said loudly. I then pushed him away with all my strength.

I looked at my neck in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but open my mouth. Not only were there kiss marks, but also about ten bite marks.

I stared at him sharply while crossing my arms. "Look at what you've done!"

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"You!"

He took a defensive stance, covering his head with his arms.

But I didn't hit him and just pinched his stomach. "Take that, you naughty ...