Page 44 of What We Got Wrong

Quinn raised her eyebrows. “You mean, like, in a ‘we don’t talk about Fight Club’ kind of way?”

“Well, yes, that,” Liv said. “I think we keep it between us. And part of that is that anything physical stays in this room.”

Quinn held up her fingers in a scout salute. “On my honor, I promise not to eat you out in the library.”

Liv blushed, though she did finally crack the slightest hint of a smile. “I just want to be clear on what this is. Because we both know it’s only while we’re here. I have a plan that’s not changing.”

“You have a plan that’s not changing,” Quinn confirmed.

“And if either of us wants to stop, it stops, no questions asked,” Liv added.

“Hey, hey,” Quinn said, and she used her hand that Liv wasn’t clutching to take the notebook, before running her finger under Liv’s chin, lifting her face so they were eye to eye. “Liv. You seem nervous. Are you okay? We don’t have to do this.”

“You don’t understand,” Liv replied. She stood from the bed, letting go of Quinn’s hand and putting space between them.

“What do you mean?” Quinn asked. She was well and truly worried now, that maybe they’d overstepped the previous night, that maybe their friendship was already ruined.

“I’m not nervous,” Liv breathed. She was leaning on her desk now, her fingers gripping the edges so hard they turned white. “I mean, I am. Of course. But…”

“But what?” Quinn asked softly. “We don’t have to do anything tonight. I’m not trying to pressure you.”

“Quinn,” Liv said, and it was practically a gasp. “Stop trying to be so chivalrous and look at me. I’m not upset. I don’t feel pressured.”

“Okay, so what’s the issue?” Quinn was confused.

Liv bit her lip, her face pained like she wasn’t sure she could say what she was thinking, before she gave in. “Quinn. I want you so bad that I can barely function right now.”

“Oh.” Oh. Quinn could work with that. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay. Come here,” Quinn said. She waited for Liv to walk back over to her and pulled her down so that she was propped on her lap. Quinn kissed her neck, and it was sweet, gentle even, but Liv still gasped, leaning into her. “If we do this, though, you have to promise me one thing.”

Liv pulled away, turning her body so that she was fully facing Quinn, and smirked. “If the next words out of your mouth are ‘promise you won’t fall in love with me,’ I’m out.”

Quinn laughed, pulling her back close. “That does sound like something I would say! But no, I just want to say that our priority needs to stay our friendship. That’s the most important thing to me.”

“Agreed, completely,” Liv said.

They looked at each other for a long moment before Quinn spoke again. “Okay, so. You’re attracted to me.”

Liv practically hissed her response, her cheeks red, which just was adorable, if you asked Quinn, considering the way they’d been all over each other the previous night. “Yes.”

“And I’m attracted to you,” Quinn said.

“Yeah?” Liv replied, sounding like she might not believe it.

“Yeah,” Quinn said, wanting to be sure that Liv had no doubts. “So…let’s see how tonight goes? And if it doesn’t work, or if it doesn’t make sense, then it was just a silly idea that didn’t work, no worries. No pressure.”

Liv thought for a moment before she nodded. “That sounds good.”

Quinn leaned in and kissed her, and yeah. It was just as good as the first time. Liv adjusted almost instantly, moving her legs to either side of Quinn’s so that she was straddling her, in the same position she’d been in when Quinn had stopped them the previous night. Quinn pulled Liv into her, pressing their bodies together, and her fingertips slipped under the back of Liv’s top. Quinn made slow, small circles against the softness of her skin, and when Liv broke their kiss, she was panting.

“Can I take this off?” Quinn whispered, tugging on Liv’s shirt. Liv nodded, so Quinn pulled it up and over her head before tossing the shirt onto Liv’s bed. Quinn focused on Liv, so much skin on display now, and she dragged her fingers up and down the softness of her sides, from her hips to the undersides of her breasts, covered only in a thin black bra. “Fucking hell, Liv. You’re gorgeous.”

Liv blushed, dropping her gaze from Quinn’s, before she reached her hands around back and unclasped her bra, throwing it so that it landed on top of her shirt. She ran her fingers over her own breasts, as if she couldn’t believe that she had so fully exposed herself to Quinn, before meeting Quinn’s eye again.

“Will you take your shirt off?” Liv asked timidly. Quinn readily complied, ripping her T-shirt off, leaving her in just a sports bra that mostly compressed her chest. Liv’s hands immediately went to Quinn’s arms, tracing the lines of her muscles.