Chapter 21
Maya gazed into Quinn’s blue eyes. What was it about her that obliterated every last one of Maya’s boundaries as though they might as well not exist? And why-oh-why did it feel a million times more exciting to sit across from Quinn than it did from Beverly?
Maya couldn’t answer any of these questions. Not now, not since the image of Quinn’s lower belly tattoo had settled itself at the forefront of her mind again.
Quinn seemed a touch less forward than last week, and yet, Maya could hardly bear to look away from her. The fast-forward button had been pressed on her life since she’d run into Quinn again. She had taken her sweet time getting her bearings in New York, but now, it seemed, it was high time for some sort of action.
“Do you have any other new tattoos?” Maya heard her
