Page 102 of Forget Me Not: A Lesbian Romance
We’d give ourselves fifteen minutes and whoever found the
coolest thing won. Whoever bought the best thing for five
bucks won. Whoever found the oldest thing won. It was
always those three.”
From Dallas’ huge grin, it was evident that she did
remember. “And you won almost every single time.”
“I didn’t!” Quinn protested. “Danica was pretty good at it.
Why do you think she always dragged us out?”
“And she’s actually going to do this again?”
Quinn laughed at Dallas’ incredulous tone. “She never
stopped.”
“You’re sure you want me to come? I might have upped
my game in the time that I’ve been away. I might be stiffer
competition now.”
Quinn brightened. Her heart wasn’t racing like it had been
when she walked into the hotel room, or when she realized
what they were going to do. Instead it beat firmly and steadily.
Maybe it was the killer climax or maybe it was just sheer relief
that made her feel all liquid and soft inside.
She found it strange that she didn’t want Dallas to
leave, since she wasn’t supposed to want her to be back in
Topeka in the first place. She felt like she was just setting
herself up for disappointment and further heartache, but she’d
deal with that when it came. A few days wasn’t much, but
right now, it felt like a very long time. A few days was more
than she ever thought that she’d have with Dallas again.
“I hope so.”
“Are you sure?” Dallas asked again. She was clearly
uncomfortable, and Quinn understood. Building back burned
bridges wasn’t easy or fun.
