She walked over to the door with the smallest steps
Dallas had ever seen her take. She got to the door, but then she
turned sharply and Dallas’ heart started up into a full on, wild
thrashing at Quinn’s expression. She wasn’t looking at Dallas
like she wanted to leave. She was looking at Dallas like she
wanted to stay.
It had been a long time, but Dallas remembered what
hunger looked like on Quinn. Desire. Want. Need. She felt the
ache start up in her own breast, spreading violently and rapidly
through her body like someone had injected her with some
colored dye. If they scanned her, she knew that her whole
body would light up with it.
“I probably s
houldn’t be here,” Quinn said, but it was
more like a question this time.
Dallas didn’t say anything. She let Quinn make the
decision for herself. She couldn’t believe that Quinn was still
here. That she was here at all. Now she was thinking about
kissing her again. Undressing her slowly. Taking her time.
Savouring.
Quinn’s eyes darkened, the pupils growing larger and
fuller. She studied Dallas. Neither of them were even
breathing. What good was something as trivial as oxygen
when there was something else, something heavier and far
more fundamental in the air between them?
“Um… Maybe- I- I should- I should really probably get
going…”
But Quinn didn’t. Instead, she walked quickly across the
hotel room, clasped Dallas’ face and dragged it down to hers.
When their lips met, it wasn’t just perfection. Quinn kissed her