Having her leave is harder than I thought, especially since I don’t know exactly when I’ll see her next. Though I could never forget the feeling of her lips on mine, I plant them there one more time for safe measure.
B
“There you are! Are youeveron time?”
“Quinn, how long have we been friends now?”
“A year and a half?”
“And have I ever surprised you by being on time?”
“You havenot.”
“Then why set yourself up for disappointment by expecting anything else?”
Quinn rolls his eyes and holds out his arm for me. “Let’s get in there before they give our table to someone else.”
I hook my arm in his as we stroll through the doors of the drag bar. Sunday drag brunch has been our thing ever since his brother, Sam, introduced the two of us. It's something that we both did with friends prior to knowing each other, but we’ve found that going as just the two of us is our favorite. We spend most of the time spilling all the tea and hot gossip from the week and support each other in our slutty endeavors, free of judgment.
Once we’re seated at our usual table, we order drinks. The atmosphere here is unparalleled. The excitement, the energy, the all-around great vibes. I can’t get enough of it. I look around to see if I can spot any of the other regulars who have slowly become our friends.
“So, what’s new?”
I give my attention back to Quinn, who’s browsing the menu, as if he’s not going to order the glitter French toast like he always does. “Nothing really.”
A knowing smile spreads across his face. “That’s not what I heard.” His voice is sing-songy, taunting me.
“Oh yeah? And what is it you think you heard?”
Glancing up at me from his menu, Quinn shrugs his shoulders, pretending to be indifferent. “I don’t know. You tell me.”
“I’m not playing games with you, Quinn.” And I sure as hell am not about to volunteer information about the last 24 hours if that’s not what he’s referring to.
“I heard you dipped out of the bar last night to play superwoman.”
“Who told you that?”
“Well, let me see here…I heard it from Lou, who heard it from Evie, who heard it from Liam, who I think heard it from Bear, who I’m pretty sure was involved in the drama. By the way, your sister wants you to call her.”
So much for keeping all this to myself.
“Fine. I had an eventful night.”
“I’m afraid I’m going to need more detail than that to fuel my soul for the rest of the week.”
“Fine! I fucked Kass.”
The words come out of my mouth just as our waitress sets our drinks on the table.
“Who’s Kass, and can I join next time?” Rory, our server, interjects.
I make a face at Rory that tells them to mind their own damn business. Rory and I have hooked up before, and they haven’t let it go since.
“We’ll have our usuals.” I shove the menu into Rory’s chest, hoping they get the hint. But just in case they don't, I say, "Now quit eavesdropping and scram," with a wink.
As soon as they’re out of earshot, Quinn gets my attention by slamming his hand on the table. “Spill! And sparenodetails.
I reluctantly fill him in on the events of last night, starting with the phone call from Clover and ending with me sneaking out of Kass’s house wearing his shirt this morning.
