"That's a terrible reason to stay with someone," I said.
"Yeah, I know. I guess it was just sort of effortless," Quinn said. "We got together, had fun, and never fought."
"Until you caught him with another guy."
The shots arrived and Quinn grabbed hers immediately. "Yeah, there is that. Ugh, I can't get that out of my head."
"This might help. Cheers," I said. We knocked back the shots. "Alright, now that you've had that, I have to say he looks like a complete asshat."
Quinn laughed. "That's exactly what Sienna said. She made me promise she could be there when he met our parents. Can you imagine?"
"So, I still don't get it," I said. "Why did you date him?"
She scrunched up her nose and gave me an adorable, cringing smile. "He was a good kisser."
"Next round is on you and now I definitely need another shot," I said.
Quinn's smile faded as she watched him flirting around the dance floor. "I wonder why he dated me."
"Are you kidding?" I asked. I got up and joined her on her side of the booth. "Just look at you."
"Exactly. I'm dressed as if I've been hanging out in my parents’ basement. Oh, wait, that's exactly what I've been doing."
"We can fix that," I said. "May I?"
She held her hands up, her beer in one. "Be my guest."
I dug both hands into her chestnut hair. It was just as thick and soft as I always imagined. I rubbed my fingers along her scalp and avoided her eyes. "Didn't your sister teach you the trick for fuller and perfectly mussed hair?"
Quinn slapped my hands away. "Alright, fine." She fluffed her roots up then combed her fingers through the shiny waves.
"Now unbutton the bottom buttons, tie them in a bow," I said, eyeing her light blue shirt. "And take my belt. Cinch it tight around that tight little waist."
Quinn giggled and stood up to follow my directions. A glimpse of her flat stomach had me reeling harder than the shots. "How's this?"
I reached up. "Just a few more buttons to undo here." I slowly undid two buttons to reveal the smooth, perfect tops of her breasts.
"Is he looking?" Quinn asked.
"Use both hands to flip your hair and wiggle your hips a little while you do it," I said. My voice was gruff, but she heard me.
Raising her hands up revealed more of her flat stomach and tight waist. More than a few customers appreciated her curves. Then, Quinn shook her hands through her long hair and more heads turned. I sat frozen in the booth. If I stood up, I would take her in my arms and never let go.
"Oh my God, I think it worked. Is he coming over?" Quinn asked. She shifted from foot to foot, letting her hips sway.
"What? Oh, yeah. Looks like he's coming over. Oh, and he is not looking happy," I said.
Quinn's strawberry lips curled. "Good. Now what?"
"You want to make him jealous, right?" I asked, my heart hammering.
"Yes. He deserves it, don't you think?"
"Who the hell cares about him?" I said.
I stood up and slid my hands around Quinn's waist. My fingertips touched bare skin under her light blue shirt. It was like silk, and suddenly, I was on fire. I pulled her hard against me, bending her back as my lips captured hers.
Quinn tasted like heaven – a strawberry kiss with just a hint of intoxication. She breathed in, the shock registering in a soft gasp. The sound ignited me further, and I raised a hand to tangle in the back of her hair. With her head cradled in my hand, I bent her farther back and devoured her sweet lips.