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happens?”
“ Now that I know he can, I know it will. I've had trouble giving over that much, I've realized. And why.” It was something I wasn't ready to think about yet. “Unless he's someone completely different... I might be over my head.”
Lanie grinned. “I like him.”
* * *
I smelled Quinn's cologne on my sheets before I was even completely awake. My hair still smelled like his cologne. Strange that it didn't bother me. When I stretched, different parts of my body ached. But it felt so, so good...
“ Lazy Saturday, it is,” I mumbled, laughing when Tiny head-nudged me so hard I feared a black eye. “Give me a nice hug before you go.”
She rubbed her cheek against mine, nearly flipping upside-down on my chest, and jumped off my bed. It was food time for her. I filled my bathtub and sank into the pear scented water. Bubbles crackled as I relaxed, the heat turning my skin pink.
Mortification stung when I mentally re-lived Quinn calling my name before I saw it was him. I flinched, remembering how it felt to walk through his apartment, terrified he would ask for my coat. If he had connected my outfit with Rack's , I didn't want a conversation to start about it. Or, I hadn't. I felt... I submerged myself underwater. Too much.
The aching need faded as my lungs screamed for oxygen. I knew better than to fall for someone normal again, no matter how exciting he might be, when I really wanted a Dominant. It wasn't fair to anyone. Water sluiced down my face, drowning me until I tipped my head forward. The air was cold when I breathed in. Self-control was mine again, until I saw my phone.
“ Hi, Clara,” Quinn answered when I called. “One second?”
“ No problem.”
“ My cat was trying to claw her way up the curtain.”
“ You do have a cat. I mean, you have a cat?”
“ Uh, yeah. Sasha. She just came out of hiding. Do you have pets?”
“ Yes, three. Technically. I have a cat, then a dog and a cat because of my roommate, Lane. The last two are hers.”
“ That's really cool. Maybe you'll see Sasha later. She's pretty skittish, though.”
“ Mine is, too, around strangers.” He got major points for liking pets.
“ You share a car, right?”
“ Yes...” but I couldn't remember if Lane had plans.
His pause had me check my phone. “ I'm on my way out to meet with a client, now, actually. It shouldn't take too long. I can come pick you up anytime after three?”
“ Whenever's best for you.”
“ Text me the address?”
“ Sure thing.”
“ I'll call you if my meeting runs late, or when I'm on my way.”
“ Thank you again, Quinn. Drive safe.”
With half an hour before he would arrive, I checked my outfit one last time. It looked fine to me, but I had thought the same thing before I'd left to Rack's .
“ How do I look?” I asked, jittery when I got to the living room. “Dinner appropriate?”
Lane navigated her character to a safe space and paused her first-person shooter game. I could tell by her eyebrows raising that I'd over-exceeded her expectations. The flirty, dark purple cocktail dress fell to the top of my knees. It's V-neckline seemed low, but the fabric remained gathered together and only revealed a modest amount of cleavage. I liked that it made my waist seem smaller than it was.
“ You look really good!” she said, with genuine approval. “But borrow my black stilettos. Your legs will look longer, and those shoes will look really good with that dress. And take the shiny black, rectangular purse. You know where it is.”
“ Not the purse. If I leave it somewhere, you're going to-”
“ You won't. What are you going to do, have him hold your wallet?”
“ No... just, maybe, my I.D and credit card.”
She snorted. “Come with me.”
“ I only have ten minutes,” I said, checking my phone.
“ That's plenty of time. Your makeup looks great. Light, silvery, not too goth. If I wasn't dressed like this,” she gestured to her faded,
“ Now that I know he can, I know it will. I've had trouble giving over that much, I've realized. And why.” It was something I wasn't ready to think about yet. “Unless he's someone completely different... I might be over my head.”
Lanie grinned. “I like him.”
* * *
I smelled Quinn's cologne on my sheets before I was even completely awake. My hair still smelled like his cologne. Strange that it didn't bother me. When I stretched, different parts of my body ached. But it felt so, so good...
“ Lazy Saturday, it is,” I mumbled, laughing when Tiny head-nudged me so hard I feared a black eye. “Give me a nice hug before you go.”
She rubbed her cheek against mine, nearly flipping upside-down on my chest, and jumped off my bed. It was food time for her. I filled my bathtub and sank into the pear scented water. Bubbles crackled as I relaxed, the heat turning my skin pink.
Mortification stung when I mentally re-lived Quinn calling my name before I saw it was him. I flinched, remembering how it felt to walk through his apartment, terrified he would ask for my coat. If he had connected my outfit with Rack's , I didn't want a conversation to start about it. Or, I hadn't. I felt... I submerged myself underwater. Too much.
The aching need faded as my lungs screamed for oxygen. I knew better than to fall for someone normal again, no matter how exciting he might be, when I really wanted a Dominant. It wasn't fair to anyone. Water sluiced down my face, drowning me until I tipped my head forward. The air was cold when I breathed in. Self-control was mine again, until I saw my phone.
“ Hi, Clara,” Quinn answered when I called. “One second?”
“ No problem.”
“ My cat was trying to claw her way up the curtain.”
“ You do have a cat. I mean, you have a cat?”
“ Uh, yeah. Sasha. She just came out of hiding. Do you have pets?”
“ Yes, three. Technically. I have a cat, then a dog and a cat because of my roommate, Lane. The last two are hers.”
“ That's really cool. Maybe you'll see Sasha later. She's pretty skittish, though.”
“ Mine is, too, around strangers.” He got major points for liking pets.
“ You share a car, right?”
“ Yes...” but I couldn't remember if Lane had plans.
His pause had me check my phone. “ I'm on my way out to meet with a client, now, actually. It shouldn't take too long. I can come pick you up anytime after three?”
“ Whenever's best for you.”
“ Text me the address?”
“ Sure thing.”
“ I'll call you if my meeting runs late, or when I'm on my way.”
“ Thank you again, Quinn. Drive safe.”
With half an hour before he would arrive, I checked my outfit one last time. It looked fine to me, but I had thought the same thing before I'd left to Rack's .
“ How do I look?” I asked, jittery when I got to the living room. “Dinner appropriate?”
Lane navigated her character to a safe space and paused her first-person shooter game. I could tell by her eyebrows raising that I'd over-exceeded her expectations. The flirty, dark purple cocktail dress fell to the top of my knees. It's V-neckline seemed low, but the fabric remained gathered together and only revealed a modest amount of cleavage. I liked that it made my waist seem smaller than it was.
“ You look really good!” she said, with genuine approval. “But borrow my black stilettos. Your legs will look longer, and those shoes will look really good with that dress. And take the shiny black, rectangular purse. You know where it is.”
“ Not the purse. If I leave it somewhere, you're going to-”
“ You won't. What are you going to do, have him hold your wallet?”
“ No... just, maybe, my I.D and credit card.”
She snorted. “Come with me.”
“ I only have ten minutes,” I said, checking my phone.
“ That's plenty of time. Your makeup looks great. Light, silvery, not too goth. If I wasn't dressed like this,” she gestured to her faded,
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