But is the use of textiles I never get to use and a cream-based color palette enough to make me work for a man I’ve shared my O face with?
I go back and forth with these predicaments no less than ten times when my phone vibrates on the coffee table with a text message.
Quinn: Make your decision?
How did she know I was thinking about this?
Maeve: Are you psychic now?
I love all my sisters, and my brother Simon, to the ends of the earth. But when it comes to me and Quinn’s relationship? It’s on another level. She’s the sister I’m closest in age to. We went to each other when we had problems with friends or boys. She would call me when she needed picked up from a party she wasn’t supposed to go to, and I went to her when I needed blunt advice. We even went to college around the same time, and partying with your sister is a whole other level of bonding you’ll never have with anyone.
She’s my person. My rock. And the only one right now who can tell me that I’m being a stubborn asshole for refusing to work with Logan.
I could continue texting with her, but I have a feeling I need a verbal smack across the face to get me to make the decision I know is the right one to make.
Even if I don’t like it.
“Well, hello, big sister.”
“I need blunt Quinn,” I admit.
“I figured,” she says, and I don’t know why, but I have a feeling she’s dramatically cracking her knuckles. “Still going back and forth?
“Yeah…I just…”
“Listen,” Quinn cuts me off. “If you want blunt Quinn, here it goes. You’re mad at yourself that you broke your stupid rule of no dating or sex. You’re embarrassed that you wanted it to be a one-night thing and you thought you got away with it by sneaking out of his room. But surprise! Karma is a fickle bitch, and she sat you next to him on the plane. Which wasn’t good for you because you wanted to forget about it and never tell anyone,which in your mind meant that you could pretend like it never happened.”
Damn she’s good…
“But now! Not only do you have to admit that the night of a thousand orgasms happened, now he’s holding what could be a new future for you in his big, strong hands.”
“How do you know he has big, strong hands?” I ask.
“If you didn’t think I stalked every picture of him on the internet after you told me that you had multiples then you don’t know me at all.”
“I really should’ve kept that detail to myself.”
“Nope. I’m glad you did. Because that’s why we’re here. If he was a two-pump chump who couldn’t find the clit and didn’t know how to eat it, we wouldn’t be here. We’re here because not only did he make you see well-deserved stars, it’s because you felt something, and that scares the ever-loving shit out of you.”
Damn…I really got what I asked for…
“I’m going to take your silence as evidence that I’m right.”
I let out a sigh before getting up from the couch, moving to the kitchen so I didn’t have to shield words from Jayce. Though he is so invested in his game I doubt he’d have heard a sonic boom.
“Fine, you’re right,” I admit. “But I’m not scared the way you think I am. It’s…I lose control around him. I do stupid shit. Like drop cups with liquids?—”
“And your panties.”
“Not funny.”
“Kind of funny.”
“I’m serious, Quinn. What am I supposed to do? I know what’s smart in terms of my business. But I don’t know if it’s smart for me to be around him.”
There. I said it. I admitted out loud what I’ve been actually feeling. Although it’s not as freeing as I thought it would be.
“I don’t know if it’s smart for you to turn down a once-in-a-lifetime design because you’re too scared about keeping your legs closed.”
