Our Love

Wade

The day had been exhausting. While I was trying to identify whatever feelings I was developing for Quinn, I had also to process the events of her past. I felt so much rage and anger toward this Rex person that I'm sure my blood pressure was passed a healthy level. I sat on the deck, sipping my beer and attempting to clear my mind.

When Quinn walked out, I did my best not to ogle the poor woman. She was wearing a silk pajama set that fit her body perfectly. I quickly pulled a chair out for her, letting her sit. When she leaned back and propped her legs up, closing her eyes, I couldn't tear mine away. I gazed from her pink painted toenails, up her caramel legs, and over her body to her face. She was relaxed, letting the breeze blow over her. Her long lashes rested on her cheeks, which were slightly pink from the temperature outside.

Quinn caught me staring at her as she slowly opened her eyes, giving me a quick little smirk. She casually asked me what I had done for the day. We had a moment of small talk; then, I offered her a drink. I watched in awe as she took my beer and took a big gulp, then returned the bottle to me. I was equally impressed and turned on at the same time. She said she didn't drink much usually, but I agreed that after a day like today, she certainly deserved it.

I hopped up, finishing off the beer and stepping into the house to grab two more. When I returned, Quinn was standing at the edge of the deck, arms crossed, staring out into the dark woods. I stepped toward her, trying my damndest not to admire how short her little pajama shorts were.

"Here ya go."

"Thank you." She smiled, her eyes giving me life at the moment.

I nodded toward the other side of the porch, indicating for her to follow. I led us to the corner where the porch swing was hung and took a seat. She happily sat next to me, turning toward me and propping her feet up in my lap. I couldn't help but chuckle. She'd had one big gulp of beer, and she was already loosened up.

"This is life. How have I never had a porch swing in the country before?" She laughed.

"I'm not sure how you survived without one." I teased. We swung back and forth, listening to the music of nature. I liked this side of her, the relaxed and carefree side. I was happy that she felt comfortable with me doing this and letting her guard down.

We enjoyed another beer each and sat quietly, enjoying the swing and being near one another. It was quite late, but I had no desire to leave her company and go inside to bed alone. I noticed as she finished her second beer that she was pretty tipsy, so I cut her off. Her tiny little body obviously didn't take much for the booze to hit her.

"Why don't you have a girlfriend?" She blurted out of nowhere. I turned to her and smiled.

"Well, I'm not sure. I haven't been looking for one, I guess."

"You're very attractive; you seem to be put together, a nice guy and a hard worker. You surely have a line of ladies at your door." She sat up more on the swing, putting her arm across the back and leaning toward me. Her hair flowed around her bare shoulders; strands loose in the breeze.

"I appreciate the compliments." I chuckled. "I've kept to myself mostly, I think, for the last year or more."

"You have secrets." She pointed toward me. "There's more to this, isn't there?"

"We all have backstories, do we not? I think you're a little tipsy, though." I wasn't sure I wanted to open up my can of worms in the romance department just yet. It had already been a long day of truths and sharing.

"I'm feeling really relaxed." She giggled. "It feels nice. I know you're trying to change the subject, though. Whenever you want to share, I'll listen. No pressure." She smiled as she brought her hand to my neck, slowly running her fingers up into my hair. It was the most natural movement, as if this was something we did on a regular basis.

It had been a while since I had been touched by a woman in any capacity and someone I was already feeling attracted to, making it that much more difficult. I was doing my best not to react, taking a deep breath. I turned my head toward her as she just gazed with a dreamy look on her face. I gave her an unsure smile as she scooted even closer to me.

"Quinn." I stuttered out. I didn't want her to do anything she'd regret or question later on, and I wasn't about to make a move while she was tipsy. "It's awfully late; we should probably get to bed," I spoke barely above a whisper.

"Will you kiss me goodnight first?" She asked, almost pleading. It broke my heart that I was going to have to turn her down. I would love nothing more than to find out how she tastes and how those beautiful lips would feel smashed up against mine. Just not now, not after today, and not while she was tipsy on some cheap beers.

"Quinn, I'm so sorry. I can't. Not tonight." I took her arm, bringing it down and holding her hand in mine. "If you would like a goodnight kiss from me another night when you aren't tipsy, I will be more than happy to oblige. You're beautiful, strong, and fucking amazing. Even if it's just a little tipsy, that's too much. I want it to be all you, okay?" I tucked a stray piece of hair back behind her ear, then cupped her cheek. I felt like the biggest asshole when I felt a tear hit my hand.

"Yes, you're right. I'm sorry. I haven't drank in a really long time, think it messed me up." She laughed nervously, biting her bottom lip. She stood quickly, wrapping her arms around herself. "Thanks for the beers and relaxing. I appreciate it. I'll just head on up now." She started walking away as my insides were twisting in guilt for making her feel anything negative right now.

"Goodnight, Wade." She turned and smiled before going back into the house.

"Goodnight, Quinn," I whispered to myself.