Page 52 of Sins or Secrets
Like I have Quinn on mymind.
Is it really because of her?
If Quinn threw herself at me, would I turn herdown?
The question to myself gives mepause.I stare at the moon and imagine her with her legs wrapped around my waist as I pound intoher.I imagine what that would feel like again, and again, andagain.
And that’s when I realize I’m in trouble because my problem isher.
I wouldn’t sayno to her.
Quinn
Hello freedom, my oldest and dearest friend.
I stare down at the paperwork on the kitchen table that came this morning.It was hand delivered to me and I had to sign for it.
The document confirms the finalization of my divorce, and with it I can shed that damn name.
I’m not Quinn Langford anymore.I hardly feel like Quinn Cambray, but I’ll take it.
Bree comes into the kitchen with two wine glasses and a bottle of Pinot Noir she’d bought the other day for this occasion.She just happened to come by to drop off some stationary we could use.
The letter and her were half an hour apart.
“Wine at this hour?” I giggle.
“Fuck yeah. You are now a single woman with her life back.” Bree bubbles.
I smile and accept the glass she hands me.
She pops the bottle open and I laugh when she pours so much the wine into my glass that it spills over the side.
“Better to have your cup runneth over,” she jokes."Especially for an occasion like this."
“You are so silly.”
“I know. I love wine, and this one tastes amazing.Perfect for the occasion.” She pours herself a glass and sets the bottle down.“To freedom and fun.”
“To freedom and fun.” Why the hell not?It’s time I had both without someone in my ear telling me shit and trying to rule my life.
We clink glasses and I take a sip of the sweet cherry flavored wine.
I’ve been here for two weeks now and the house looks better.Things are in motion and look like they’re on track.
The only thing that’s been missing was Logan.I haven’t seen him since that morning when we both came to the house together.He said he had business to take care of but I didn’t think I wouldn’t see him at all.Maybe it was for the best.
After all, it was me who said we might barely see each other.
Besides, I’ve been fine. Other than looking out for the divorce papers, I’ve been busying myself with going through Lilly’s things.
I was glad I could sort out all the things that would have meant something to her.Like her wedding dress, photo albums, and otherkeepsakes and clothes.
They’d had plastic sheets covering them, placed there to protect them from mold and damp, but they just needed some love to do the final packing.
“We should do something later,” Bree bubbles.“Or Saturday night. Let’s go out every night.”
She seems more excited than me.
