Quinn’s pointer finger gently sashays over my trembling lips, and he smiles. “I thought so.”
With my eyes still lowered, I let the subject slide because now that I know the truth, I am partially relieved. But unexpectedly, a barrel of different emotions passes over me, and the one standing at the forefront is jealousy.
As soon as Quinn slides his finger off my lips, and I’m free to speak, it’s out before I can stop myself.
“Well, I hope you got checked for STDs since you’re probably a poster child for VD after consorting with that tramp.”
I quickly close my mouth, clamping my lips shut before I can say another word.
My comment takes Quinn aback, and I’m afraid I might have overstepped.
But as he opens his sinful mouth, his laughter ruptures free, and I know I’m in the clear.
“Oh man
