Page 160 of Scars Like Wings

I sat up to look at her incredulously. “That soon? Seriously?”

Quinn’s mouth turned up lazily into a smile. “Are you really that surprised?”

“Well, yeah! That was before I realized it.” I laid back down onto Quinn’s chest so she couldn’t see my pout.

I felt Quinn’s chuckle vibrate through her chest. “When was it for you?”

I didn’t hesitate in my answer. “My birthday weekend.”

“Well, if it helps, that was when I knew for sure.”

“I will say that it really hit me hard today at dinner,” I admitted, tracing my own patterns on her chest and down her stomach with one of my nails. “But I was terrified of saying it first.”

“I was scared of saying it because I was scared shitless that you wouldn’t say it back or something. I mean, I knew once you said yes to being my girlfriend that you would say it back, though.”

I scoffed. “And how could you possibly know that? I was so afraid… of losing you.”

“Oh, babe, didn’t I tell you? Once you met my family and my mom fell in love with you, you were stuck with me forever. My mom has essentially adopted you now.”

I laughed. “Well, we could never break your mom’s heart, now could we? That’s like running over a bunny or something.”

Now it was Quinn’s turn to laugh. “For real. I’m so sorry for not saying it sooner and making you think I wouldn’t say it back to you. I just… I just wanted all of this to be perfect, to find the perfect moment and do this all right by you.”

I shook my head against Quinn’s chest. “You always want everything to be perfect, starlight. Don’t you get it by now? If it’s from you, Queenie, I couldn’t imagine anything better. Besides, all I need is you. I love you.”

Quinn kissed the top of my locs. “I love you back and then some.”

“Thank you for earlier, by the way. When I was spiraling about what I looked like when I… shift, I guess, is the word? I don’t know. I seem to only do that with you, but I didn’t want to frighten you off or you think I was ugly?—”

“Hey. Look at me.” I sat up on my elbows to look at Quinn. Her face was stern as she said. “If you think that I find you anything but fucking gorgeous no matter what form you take, you are mistaken, Byrd.Porfa nunca te escondas de mi, mi querida.You never have to hide from me. I love you in all your forms. I don’t give a fuck what you are, sweetness. I’m not going anywhere, so never be afraid of what I might think, okay?”

I leaned up to kiss where her neck met her shoulder before nuzzling there. I yawned.

“Let’s get you tucked in and ready for bed, yeah?” Quinn kissed my forehead before she got out of the bed.

“What about the others? Are we those old lesbians now that can’t hang with the youngins?”

Quinn’s laugh filled the room. “I guess so. I’m about ready to settle down, anyway. Should I start calling you my ol’ lady?”

“Absolutely not.” I chuckled, shaking my head.

Quinn found my makeup remover wipes and gently took my makeup off my face for me since my legs were effectively jello after so many orgasms in a day. She also retrieved my bonnet. After I put it on, Quinn said how adorable I looked, and I blushed. No one had ever seen me in my bonnet before, and I swooned with her compliment. Quinn always knew what to say to make me feel the most beautiful.

She returned from her room not only dressed in a new shirt and boxer briefs but with a shirt of hers for me. I gleefully put it on. As I pulled the shirt over my head, I was hit with how perfect this all was. It could always be like this. The idea excited me and filled me with such happiness I wanted to scream.

Finally, before joining me under the covers, Quinn retrieved Stella from the floor. “Can Stella return to the bed or is she banished forever?”

“She may return as long as she doesn’t interfere with sexy time again.” I took my beloved stuffed bunny in my arms.

Smiling, Quinn turned off the lights and got in. She was the big spoon, and she pulled me close into her, snuggling us both into the coolness of the sheets. But, I was enveloped in Quinn’s warmth, our connection, our love with just her arm wrapped around my stomach with a hand resting on top of my boob.

It was everything I could ever want and the safest I had ever felt.

Quinn whispered, her lips tickling my ear. “I hope you have dreams as sweet as you are. Dream about me,mi vida, mi tesoro.”

Then I fell into the deepest slumber ever.

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