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But it had all been harmless. Her turn to have a crush. Something that wouldn’t be acted on.
But what if it was?
Quinn lifted her eyes to find Emily’s gaze locked on her, waiting for her to say something.
Quinn’s pulse thundered in her ears. This was such a bad idea. For all the reasons she’d been telling Lucy all week, and looking back, Quinn knew she’d been trying to convince herself just as much as she had been her friend.
“I’d be a fool to,” Quinn said softly, already closing the distance between them on the couch, and Emily met her halfway, her hand on Quinn’s cheek, guiding their lips together.
Quinn’s lips parted against Emily’s in a soft kiss, the sensation sending a shiver through her entire body. Quinn’s hand slid underneath Emily’s hair, resting on the back of her neck as their lips met again, a gentle, breathless moan leaving her lips as Emily deepened the kiss.
Emily’s thumb softly traced her jawline as she opened her mouth, and as their tongues met, the sensation sent a wave of warmth surging through her entire body. Quinn felt herself becoming undeniably lost in this kiss, and it might already be too late to stop and think about what they were doing.
Emily’s other hand was lightly resting on Quinn’s thigh, the warmth of it almost burning her through her thin black pants, and Quinn couldn’t remember ever feeling an intensity like this, not for a first kiss. It didn’t make sense. Her entire body was humming with desire, and she couldn’t stop herself from sitting up and getting even closer to Emily.
Emily’s hand slid up her thigh and over her hip, barely breaking the kiss as Quinn swung her leg over Emily, pushing her back against the cushions so that she was sitting in Emily’s lap.
Emily sat back with a seductive smile on her lips, looking up at Quinn, who could hardly believe she’d just done that, taking control like that, when she knew she should be doing the opposite. She should have been slowing things down, not escalating them.
“You are absolutely stunning,” Emily said with a happy sigh, her eyes raking over her, and Quinn felt like she’d been transported back to those days when Emily’s eyes made her feel that way. Now it was everything. Her words, her hands, her lips.
Her eyes still told Quinn everything she needed to know, but it was so much more than a lingering look now. This was real. This was happening if Quinn didn’t put a stop to this.
Except that was the last thing she wanted to do.
Instead, she dipped her head, her hand on Emily’s cheek, bringing their lips together, and Quinn didn’t hold back this time.
The cautiousness of that first kiss, the tentativeness of it, was long gone. Emily’s hand slid underneath Quinn’s top, her palm warm against her back as their lips met in a hungry kiss.
Emily opened her lips, and the moment Quinn’s tongue slid against Emily’s, a fire was ignited within her.
This couldn’t be considered their first kiss. There was too much history, too much wanting, and Quinn felt it all as their lips met again and again. So much built up attraction led to a kiss so passionate that Quinn didn’t even know it could be like this.
Heat flooded Quinn’s body, her hand gliding over Emily’s shoulder, desperate to touch her, but trying to show some restraint at the same time. Her hips rocked ever so slightly, the ache in her core growing with every kiss.
But Quinn pulled away, their noses still touching as she inhaled a shaky breath, her pulse thumping in her ears. She sat back, meeting Emily’s eyes, an almost dazed look in them.
“Emily,” Quinn started, not even sure what she was trying to say. “I…”
“Is this you turning me down?” Emily asked with a lop-sided smile.
“I don’t want to.” Quinn raked a hand through her hair, still in Emily’s lap, her hands still on Quinn.
“Then don’t.”
“This is crazy.”
“We’re not doing anything wrong.” Emily looked up at her, but her voice held no desperation. Only confidence.
While Quinn might have been worried about the perception of dating a former student when Lucy suggested it last week at the coffee shop, that was the least of her concerns right now.
What was stopping Quinn was knowing that this would never be more than a few nights together.
Emily was going back to her life in New York sometime in the New Year. What did that give them? Two, maybe three weeks? With Christmas thrown in the middle of that and Marie’s invitation to join them for dinner?
It might not be wrong, but it sure as hell would have consequences.
“Talk to me,” Emily said, her hands on the outside of Quinn’s legs now, her palms gliding over her pants.
