“You’re making this into something it’s not.” Quinn turned
her face to the door. If she couldn’t bolt for it, at least she
could stare at it.
“What happened? You don’t have to tell me what
happened before. I already know. Sometimes, even when it’s
inexplicable, things feel right. Even if you know it’s a mistake,
it could have felt right. You have to tell me if she hurt you or if
she- tricked you or something, toyed with you or manipulated
you, because I swear I will fly all the way to Tampa and find
her and make her eat her own socks. And probably her panties.
Maybe her shoes too as repayment.”
Quinn’s bottom lip trembled. She didn’t know if she was
going to cry or smile or maybe do some strange form of both
at the same time.
“Noting. It was stupid, okay. It was my fault for thinking- I
don’t know. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Tell me,” Danica insisted softly.
Quinn knew that Danica was safe. She was a safe person
for her to talk to. She trusted her. She knew that her sister
would never tell a soul what she had to say.
She knew that
Danica would support her no matter what she thought about
her decisions and choices.
“I don’t know. I guess, well, we did sleep together. At her
hotel room. I don’t know if it felt right or if it was just a long
time coming, or if- if we never got over each other, or what it
was. Maybe all of that. Maybe more. It just felt right, and
when I saw her again, it did open everything back up. Not just
the wounds, but all the feelings too. I felt a lot of everything,
and maybe that was a recipe for disaster. It wasn’t like hate sex