Quinn’s face and deepened the kiss, sweeping her tongue
against Quinn’s until Quinn was the one vibrating and pressing
her hips against the bar stool.
“Upstairs?” Dallas panted.
Quinn wasn’t sure, but sure, but she figured that Dallas
/>
probably meant the bedroom. She didn’t know where it was,
but it was a good guess. Quinn thought about her queen sized
bed up there. She thought about a few other things too. She
had a collection of toys that she’d love to try with Dallas, but
she put the brakes on that fantasy pretty fast. She didn’t want
to scare Dallas off and it was pretty early to suggest something
like that.
She consoled herself with the fact that they’d have
time. They were doing this. They would see each other again.
They could date, even if they weren’t in the same city, and
they could travel. Maybe next time she’d ask Dallas. Quinn
realized, with a bit of a start, that she had no idea what Dallas
actually liked when it came to things like that. Maybe she’d
find the suggestion terrible, but Quinn doubted it. If Dallas
was uncomfortable, maybe Quinn could find a way to show
her what she liked by letting her use them on her first.
There was lots of time.
Quinn told herself that over and over. Lots. Of. Time.
They weren’t over. There wasn’t an ending. She wanted this.
Dallas wanted it. They could make it work. She didn’t have to
panic and cram a decade of missing Dallas into a single day.
She didn’t have to panic and cram another decade of missing
Dallas in the future into one day either.
They were going to be okay.