Quinn looks at me again, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “She said you’re a huge flirt and you’re pretty much only interested in a one-time type of thing.”
I let out a relieved breath, figuring this isn’t too bad, considering the other ways Daisy has described my lifestyle. “I mean, do I like to flirt? Yeah. I’m a people person, what can I say?”
“And the whole one-time thing?” she now asks, turning away again.
I shove my free hand through my hair, wondering how the hell I’m supposed to answer this. If you’d asked me this question a week ago, my answer would have been a resounding hell yes. I am strictly a one-and-done type because I do not want to be tied down in a long-term relationship.
Now though, I’m sort of wondering if maybe that’s no longer entirely true.
I have no idea why it might no longer be true, and even though I barely know Quinn and she has pretty firmly indicated she is not interested in being anything more than just friends, a tiny part of me hopes I can change her mind. And that maybe she could be someone I’d be willing to consider more with.
Or I don’t fucking know, maybe I’m just losing my mind and have no fucking idea.
“Kai?” she prompts as we turn down the long drive toward her house.
“Yeah, that’s pretty much true,” I finally say as we make our way up the steps to her front door. “I don’t really do the whole relationship thing.”
Quinn is watching me, and I can practically hear the questions turning over in her brain, all the things she wants to ask me. “So, is that what you wanted with me when we first met? A one-time hook-up?”
“Yes,” I say with a nod.
Quinn blinks in surprise. “Okay, wow. I, um... I wasn’t really expecting that level of honesty.”
I turn to face her, her hand still in mine. “If there’s one thing I am, Quinn, it’s honest. I don’t bullshit, and I don’t lie. That’s not who I am.”
I pause, blowing out a breath as I reach for her other hand. Quinn watches me, an unreadable expression on her face as she waits for me to continue.
“I’ve never really...never really had this before,” I say.
“This?” she questions.
“This,” I say with a laugh.
“What is this, exactly?” she asks.
“A friendship with a woman I really want to sleep with.”
Quinn lets out a huffed laugh, shaking her head as she mutters something I don’t catch.
“I told you I’m honest,” I say, taking a step toward her.
“Yeah, you did,” she says. “It’s just, well, it’s not something I’m used to with men.”
“You can get used to it with me,” I say, my words a whisper. I let go of one of her hands, lifting mine to tuck some loose strands of hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek. “I like you, Quinn. Like a lot. And yeah, when we first met, I definitely wanted to fuck you. But then you turned me down, and I... well, no one has really done that to me before.”
Quinn giggles at this as she says, “Well, glad I could be your first.”
“Me too,” I tell her. “Because you saying no meant we could only be friends. And being friends has meant I got to know you, and this has only made me like you even more.”
“It has?” she asks.
“Yep,” I say, smiling as I close the distance between us a little more.
“And the other part?” she whispers, and I can feel the hard beat of her pulse in her neck.
Smiling, I step even closer so my mouth is against her ear, so I can feel the warmth of her body and inhale her intoxicating scent. “Oh, yeah, it’s also meant I want to fuck you more than ever, too,” I whisper, my lips barely grazing the shell of her ear.
God, he has my body reeling, desperate and needy. It’s been so fucking long since I’ve had sex, and if I’m being honest, I’ve never had good sex. The only orgasms I’ve had have come from my fingers or a vibrator, and that never seemed to matter to Sean.
