“I used all the cups too. Shoot.” Dallas glanced around
anxiously.
“That’s okay then.” Quinn laughed nervously. “Don’t
worry about it.” She walked over and sat down on the edge of
the other bed, opposite of Dallas’ suitcase. There wasn’t any
other furniture in the room besides the two beds, the
nightstands, and the dresser thing with the TV.
Dallas had to do a double take. Was Quinn really there, in
her room, sitting on the bed, or was the sushi she’d ordered in
the night before bad and this was just a hallucination from
eating fish that was off?
No. No, Quinn really was there. That sushi was too good
t
o have been bad.
Once Dallas finally realized that it was real her brain
started sending all sorts of wonky signals to the rest of her
body. It started as a quiver in her legs that turned into a shiver
in her belly. That shiver trailed up her back, into her shoulders,
and wrapped its way around her chest. She found herself
staring at Quinn’s mouth, thinking odd thoughts about kissing
her until both of their lips were numb from it. She had a
memory of the first time she’d ever kissed Quinn. They’d been
friends for so long and Dallas knew she was taking a big risk,
but it had kind of just happened. And it had been perfect.
“What- you came here to…” Dallas’ voice was scratchy
and she swallowed hard, hoping to improve the quality, but
instead the words she wanted to say got stuck in her throat.
Quinn understood anyway. “I talked to Danica and Billy.
About what you told me.”
Dallas was surprised. She’d very much doubted that Quinn