Page 33 of Dream Lover
I slid out from under her wondering how in the hell to say goodbye. Sure, we had a great time, and I wanted more, but we were returning to reality and to our busy lives. Could we start something real?
I gathered up our dirty towels and tossed them into the bathroom. I let Quinn sleep while I packed, knowing how grumpy she was in the morning.
I hopped in for a quick shower and got dressed. When I exited the bathroom, Quinn was sitting up in bed rubbing her eyes. I put a knee to the mattress and kissed her forehead. “Hope I didn’t wake you.”
She shook her head, and I could tell she was doing her best not to be her grumpy self. “Get ready and I’ll take you to breakfast before I have to head out.”
“Okay.” She nodded. “What time is your flight?”
“I check in at ten. You?”
“Not till one.” I could hear the sadness in her tone and saw it written on her face.
We did breakfast in the hotel restaurant. Bruce was there with the woman he picked up last night, and Laura was nowhere to be seen.
Quinn was quiet, and I didn’t know what to say to her. “I’ll call you this week.”
“Yeah. Sounds good. We’ll do dinner.”
“Okay.”
“I want to see you again, that is if you want to?”
“Totally.”
“Cool.”
“Cool.” She smiled over the brim of her coffee mug then snuck a piece of my bacon.
Yeah, I had missed that. I had missed Quinn, and I was going to do whatever it took to see her again.
13
Quinn
You never realize what you have until it’s gone.
Conner shot me a smile.His bag was packed and ready as was mine. When I heard that zipper go, the end felt like a doomsday. Like the end of something.
I had to check out of the room, and since I didn’t have anything else to do, we were sharing a cab to the airport.
He was flying to New York for work but promised to call me once he was settled there. I had hoped he meant that, but with him I couldn’t be sure. Carrie had told me all about his previous relationships. Conner wasn’t a settling down and getting serous kind of man. He was fun and excitement.
I knew I needed to be realistic and not expect him to hop into a relationship because we’d slept together. I wasn’t that naïve, but still; hope bloomed in the back of my mind and rooted deep in my heart. Hope that this wouldn’t end. That we’d continue on this journey and see where it took us.
Last night had been incredible, the best in my life by far. My thighs ached but in a deliciously good way. Conner was everything I wanted in a man. Come to find out, he always had been.
We made our way to the front desk where I took care of business then stepped outside the hotel.
I hated to say goodbye. Dreaded it. Goodbyes sucked. We stood outside waiting for the valet to hail us a cab.
Conner’s arms were around me, face buried in my neck. “I really had a great time with you this week.”
“Me too,” I confessed. It had been better than great; it was magical. A dream come true. One that would be seared on my brain until the day I left this earth.
The cab pulled up, and Conner placed our bags in the trunk. I slid in first, and he got in next to me. Hand on my thigh, he gave me a squeeze. I laid my head on his shoulder and inhaled his intoxicating scent, enjoying this small bit of time we had together.
The ride to the airport was quiet, but we were both exhausted.
