Page 132 of Loving You

She leans down to kiss me, and lets her lips linger long enough to climb into my lap, one leg on each side of mine as she deepens the kiss.

Fuck. My body is so responsive to her.

It always is.

Will I ever find this again?

Hell, I don’t want to.

I want it with her.

I lean back to break the kiss.

“I need to talk to you.”

“Okay.” She smiles hesitantly. “What about?”

“About us.”

She climbs off me.

“All right.”

“I don’t really know how to say this, and I’ve thought about it all day. I don’t think there is a right way to say it, and every version was shot right out the door after I talked to Danny about it.”

“You talked to Danny about what?” I can hear the defensiveness in her voice.

“You, but it’s not?—”

“You talked to Danny about me?”

“Yes, but it’s not like I sought him out, Quinn. He was eating lunch, and so was I.”

“All right. What did you talk about?”

“He asked me how I was able to convince you to stay.”

She leans back. “And what did you say?”

“Nothing, because I haven’t.”

Her expression remains calm.

“Okay.”

Okay? That’s it. That’s all she has to say about that?

“He mentioned how much you love traveling and how hethought you’d never find something or someone you'd feel as passionate about.”

She’s chewing on her bottom lip now, but she isn’t responding. Her lack of participation in this conversation gets to me more than it should.

“Was he right?” I ask, my tone much sharper than before.

“About traveling?”

“That you’ll never find something you love just as much.”

There’s a spark in her eyes as she opens her mouth. Here it comes—she’s about to give me the same line she gave him, then she’s going to leave.

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