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“My point is. All I need to know from you is that we’re good,” Quinn said. She reached her hand across the space between their beds, her hand cupping Liv’s jaw.

Liv leaned into Quinn’s touch, pulling her own hand up to hold Quinn’s against her cheek for a moment before she turned her head, pressing a kiss to Quinn’s palm. When she spoke, her voice was a whisper. “We’re good. I’m good.”

And she was. She was good, here with Quinn, who was gazing at her with something close to wonder in her eyes, holding her without expectations…

Yeah. She would be good, and she would let Quinn be the best thing in her life, the thing she kept just for her.

Chapter 19

Liv

Now

Liv knocked on the door for Room 1515, waiting patiently for Quinn to answer. When she’d woken up that morning, with a hangover for the first time in she couldn’t remember how many years, Liv felt like her entire soul had steeped overnight in pure embarrassment. Unfortunately for her, she was pretty sure she remembered everything that had happened. The only solace she had was that she was reasonably certain that she hadn’t offered to have Quinn’s enormous babies, and ugh. What had she been thinking meeting up with them?

Regardless of how humiliated she was, she knew that she needed to address this, to apologize as soon as possible. They only had a couple days left together in Chicago, and even if Quinn chose to avoid her for the rest of the conference, which she had to admit would be entirely fair, Liv didn’t want her stupidity from the previous night hanging over their heads.

When the hotel room door opened, she had to remind herself to breathe. It had been ages since she’d seen Quinn so casual, dressed only in a white tee and grey sweatpants, her feet bare and hair wet. From the shower? Or maybe a morning swim, Liv guessed, smelling a hint of chlorine in the air, a scent Liv still had a visceral reaction to after so many years living with Quinn.

“How did you know my room number?” Quinn asked, sounding amused.

Liv didn’t bother to answer the question. “I wanted to apologize for my behavior last night.”

Quinn motioned for her to come in, but barely followed her when she closed the door, keeping several feet of space between them. “Apologize for what, exactly?”

“Well, to borrow your phrase from earlier this week, I wasn’t my best self,” Liv replied. “It wasn’t just that I was drinking, though, obviously, that had an impact on how I was acting.”

“Mmhmm,” was all Quinn gave her.

“Seeing you has brought up some…feelings,” Liv said. Quinn’s face changed at that, though it was hard to read. That thought alone devastated Liv. Quinn had always been such an easy read for her. “And I had it in my head that, well…that you were maybe feeling the same things.”

Quinn raised her eyebrows. “Did you think we were going to have sex last night?”

“The idea had occurred to me,” Liv admitted. She didn’t want to be this honest, but there was something about being here with Quinn and her softness that broke her open.

“I’m honestly kind of insulted that you thought I would hook up with you like that.”

“Am I so hideous in my old age?” Liv responded, knowing full well that’s not what Quinn meant, enjoying the thrill that shot through her body at the way Quinn responded to her.

“Definitely not,” she said, as if she couldn’t stop herself, her jaw tensing. “But you were drinking. You have to know that I would never do that.”

Liv steeled herself, lifting her chin, feigning a confidence that she wished she felt. She shouldn’t say it. She knew she was going to make a fool of herself again, and she was here for the very purpose of apologizing for her foolishness. Still, she met Quinn’s gaze and softly spoke. “I’m not drunk now.”

It was like that was the final straw, the thing that made Quinn snap. The next thing Liv knew, she was up against the wall, Quinn’s body pressed into her, Quinn’s thigh pushed firmly between her own as she roughly pulled Liv’s leg up around her waist.

Quinn hadn’t even put her mouth on her yet, and Liv knew she was already soaked.

“Are you sure you want this?” Quinn asked, her voice rough and low.

“Fuck, yes,” Liv gasped. She wanted to tell her that she’d never been more sure of anything in her whole life, that she’d always known she wanted Quinn.

“How much?” Quinn pushed back.

“Quinn, I want you. So much, please.” She didn’t care that she was begging. She couldn’t keep herself from grinding against Quinn’s leg.

“No. Show me.” Quinn stepped back, the distance allowing her to reach down and undo the button on Liv’s pants. She took Liv’s own hand and guided it down the front, and oh…Liv got it. She ran her index and middle fingers through her own folds and then slowly pulled out, showing Quinn how totally coated she was.

Quinn whimpered at the sight before she regained control. She sucked Liv’s dripping fingers into her mouth, and it was Liv’s turn to whimper as Quinn twisted her tongue around her digits.