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I decide on the table.

My phone buzzes.

Jordan:

He's already asleep on my good pillow. You're welcome. Also I want it on record that I know exactly why you needed the whole night and I have chosen not to comment further.

Wyatt:

I appreciate your restraint.

Jordan:

You sound like you're emailing HR. Never text me that politely again. Gross.

The knock comes right on time. I open the door to find Quinn holding up a bottle of wine.

“I brought wine.”

“I can see that. I actually have wine.”

She gives me a skeptical look. “What kind?”

“I don’t know. Red?”

“Exactly.” She holds up the six-pack in her other hand. “And I brought you beer because I’m thoughtful like that.”

I take it from her. “Man, you really are the best girlfriend.”

“I know.”

She walks past me into the apartment, and I catch the faint smell of her shampoo as I close the door behind her.

Quinn toes off her shoes and glances around. “Where’s Pickles?”

“Jordan’s.”

Her eyes come back to mine. “For the night?”

“For the whole night.”

A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. “You really planned ahead.”

“I learn from my mistakes.”

She laughs, and I set the beer on the counter before walking back to her.

“Hi, by the way.”

“Hi.”

I put a hand on her waist and kiss her.

She kisses me back immediately, her hands sliding up my chest before settling around my neck, and whatever I was going to say next can wait.

When she makes a soft sound in the back of her throat, I feel it all the way down.

“Promise me we’re not taking things slow tonight,” she says against my mouth.