She seemed flustered suddenly, a soft blush on her cheeks. “I
guess I’m not being fully honest. I do know why I got it. I was
thinking of you when I had it done.”
“Really?” Quinn set her hand on Dallas’ shoulder. It
felt strange, but wonderfully strange, to be brushing her
fingers against her bare skin.
“Yes. It was years ago. I was nineteen.”
Quinn couldn’t believe it was that old. Or that Dallas
had it done that long ago. Or that she’d been thinking about
her when she did it.
She studied Dallas’ lips, thinking about kissing her
again. God, she loved the sweet, intoxicating taste of Dallas’
mouth. She dropped her gaze lower, to Dallas’ breasts. She
wanted to taste her there too. Kiss her. Take her time with her.
It brought back memories of the first time they’d ever done
this. They were in Quinn’s car. They’d gone for a drive. Dallas
confessed that she was feeling strange. Quinn had said she felt
strange too. That lately she hadn’t been thinking of Dallas like
her best friend anymore.
It was kind of weird, that night, because Quinn had
been out for years before then, but Dallas kept what she felt
closely guarded. Quinn had suspected that her best friend
might not be into guys, and not just because her parents were
pretty strict and didn’t really allow her to date. It was crazy for
Quinn to think and to hope that Dallas might be into her as
more than just a best friend. She knew that the odds were slim,
probably slimmer than winning the freaking lottery, so when
Dallas told her, out of nowhere, that night when they’d gone
for a drive, that her feelings for Quinn had changed, Quinn
was in total shock.