alone.
“No. I- there’s a restaurant at the hotel here. We could
get lunch. Or a coffee or something. Or I could pull you into
some dark alley that smells like old gym shorts and mouldy
socks and we could talk there. Until I have to catch my flight. I
still have time.”
Quinn just stared at Dallas. She looked frozen there,
like a beautiful statue. A statue of a near angel. Dallas’ eyes
got misty just looking at Quinn. Looking at the perfect,
wonderful woman that she’d let go. That she’d missed out on.
Her one time best friend. They’d done everything together.
She’d thought, a very long time ago, that they always would.
She hadn’t seen there being an end. A huge gap in time.
Regrets. Pain. Distance. Emptiness.
Everything in Dallas burned to touch Quinn. She was
so close, and she ached at the reality that she would never be
able to do that again. That all she could do was look and wish
and regret. Still. Her body warmed painfully. She could
imagine herself caressing Quinn’s hand. Touching her arm.
Her shoulder. Her face. Kissing her softly. Hungrily.
Removing her clothing, item by item, savouring every single
brush of their skin. Making the moments that they stole last for
the rest of their lives.
The thought was so vivid that Dallas almost blanked on
the fact that Quinn wasn’t hers. Slowly, reality returned. All
those years they’d lost came tumbling back down on her. No
matter how strong her desire for Quinn was, Dallas
remembered all the reasons why she couldn’t let it go
unchecked.
“I should go,” Quinn whispered.