Quinn started the water, allowing it to warm up. What was she thinking? She looked at her reflection in the mirror above the sink. She couldn’t deny the s*x had been fabulous. Her skin tingled at remembering Ryan’s touch.
This was wrong. He didn’t fit her plan. He couldn’t be her summer romance, and he certainly didn’t want to get her pregnant. They’d had great s*x.
And he’s still here.
That was the crux of her problem. She didn’t know what to do with the friend who continued to be a friend after s*x. There had been guys who were so-so in bed and she couldn’t wait for them to leave so she could curl up with a good book. Then there was Nick, who had skills, but would practically hit the door running as soon as they were finished.
Ryan had offered to order food. He planned to stay. To ha
