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Chapter Seven

"Quinn, your dad said I could come up." Quinn squinted against the light in the room and shut her eyes again. Covering an arm over her eyes. Taking in the smell of cedar.

"Babe." Her bed shifted and she knew in an instant it was Tanner sitting beside her, on her bed. After 3 years it was the first time he'd been there.

She uncovered her face and blinked through the light.

"Hey."

"Hey there." He laughed at her strained appearance.

He picked up a portion of the leather jacket that she now wore.

"I take it this is Ian's?"

She squinted a bit, preparing herself for the story but he held up his hand.

"Don't stress babe, your dad already told me, and I met him on my way in here." He pointed to the closed door.

"Ok good."

Tanner shifted where he sat a bit and looked to the blue walls and the decorations lining them. Quinn sat forward and adjusted her dress. Feeling every movement that she made the inside of her head. Not horribly, but it didn't feel great either.

"I'm going to get ready." she said a bit awkwardly as she walked to her closet, pulling free a fresh sundress.

"Ok, I'll wait for you."

She nodded and escaped to the shower, where she washed off the remnants of last night. Her head felt better by the time she emerged, enough to blow out her hair in the mirror and get dressed without feeling sick. She had got lucky with only a slight hangover; she was sure Rina was much worse off than her, she usually was.

When she walked out of the bathroom, she hadn't expected Tanner to actually still be there. That's why when she saw him sitting on the edge of the bed for the first time something moved inside of her, and a smile crept across her face. Something he saw as a blush crept across his  skin.

"Hey."

"Hey."

She stepped forward to him until she was positioned in between his legs. They were behind closed doors, alone, for the first time. Where no one could see, this was the moment when she would figure out if it truly was prying eyes that stopped him or if it was her.

She lifted a hand under his chin and lifted his head upwards. She bent down to meet him and when their lips met, he did not pull away, she had her answer.

He deepened their kiss and grasped onto the back of her legs. It had been years since she'd been kissed like this, and it was affecting every bit of her body. She was hungry for him, hungry to try him for the first time. Quinn moved her hand to the back of his neck for support as she crawled on either side of his thighs. In that moment he couldn't be close enough. Not when his hand's rose under her dress, under her ass and made her release a moan into their kiss.

Not when she released his neck and pushed gently on his chest so that he would fall back on the bed. His hips bucked under her, and she lowered herself further onto him. Feeling him beneath his khakis, pushing against her exactly where she let him. Her lips parted slightly as she moved her hips upward.

Her hands wandered from his chest to the base of his perfectly ironed shirt. She wanted desperately to wrinkle it, to ruffle his hair and to have him right now in her bed. She moved her hips up and down on him and he continued to buck his own underneath her. A wild desperate moan escaped her mouth as her hand explored underneath his shirt.

She dragged her nails lightly down his pecs and he squirmed a bit under her touch, finding it harder and harder to resist the sensual woman overtop of him.