“Quinn?” I call out as he goes to the door.
He looks over his shoulder. “Yeah?”
I slide my tongue over my suddenly dry lips. “Maybe…”Am I really going to do this?I clear my throat.Yeah, I guess I am.“Maybe you should think about bringing that bed of yours over to my place.”
“Over to your… Like move in?”
“Yeah, I mean, we practically live together as it is.”
“Amen,” Nate mutters.
Quinn’s gaze darts to his friend before turning to me. “You better not change your mind by the time I get back home.”
I laugh. “No changing my mind. I promise.”
He points his finger at me, walking backward. “I mean it, Vanessa.”
“I know—no changing my mind. Now go. I’ll see you later.”
“Hell, yes. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
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