Quinn laughed. She'd done far too much drinking tonight to keep her past locked up. Without even noticing how starved she was for deep conversation, words spilled from her mouth with abandon. "My mom was a saint. She was my best friend. She died last year."
She told him how it happened, where she came from, how she lived. She talked about her father, the failed preacher; the man who freely fucked around on his wife but hypocritically expected chaste behavior from the females who surrounded him. The man who didn't even have the charisma to keep a congregation because he was too drunk to hold himself steady behind the podium. How he obsessed over how perfectly he could brainwash his wife and daughter, how he tore his wife down with daily insults about how much more attractive she could be, about every way in which she was lacking as the subservient wife of a godly man.
"You know how many bible verses I can recite?" she asked Nick, not really looking for an answer. "Damned near all of them. He was an Old Testament kind of preacher but as long as it was hateful and misogynistic, he'd preach 'em all."
She took a swig of whiskey and played with the condensation on her glass. 'A woman should learn in quietness and full submission. I do not permit a woman to teach or to assume authority over a man'. Timothy 2:11-15. Oh, here’s a real gem: Did you know that if a betrothed virgin is raped in the bible and she doesn't cry out enough, then the men of the city should stone her to death? I do, because I was taught to hate myself for my gender. He wanted a boy 'cause girls are unclean."
She relayed the story of how, when she was eleven years old, a boy at school fancied her and had asked a friend for her number. When he called the house to speak to her, she got the belt. It always ended with the belt.
Fuck, that was enough drinking for today. She tried to end it on a cheery note, told him that she and her mother had left him years ago, but the mental trauma was there.
On the bright side, she was now a raging feminist. She didn't hate her body, she loved it. It wasn't for men's pleasure -- it was for her own. And sex was fun, not a one-way ticket to Hell. Hell, she no longer believed in Hell. Unlearning all the bullshit had been the most liberating part of her adult life. College had been a blast. Her life was looking up, and her father was nowhere to be seen. She only wished her mother could be there in more than just spirit to enjoy it with her.
When Nick closed up the bar, he asked if she needed a ride, and she did. Tobias had been her transportation earlier. She hopped on the back of his bike and enjoyed the way her legs wrapped around his waist just so. He told her to hold on tightly and handed her his helmet and she did as she was told, pressing her front against his back as he zipped through the streets toward home.
It was nearly pitch black outside when they pulled into the parking lot and the only light that illuminated them was from the street lamp above. She leaned against a railing at the edge of the lot and tried to get some feeling back into her legs after the ride, doing all she could to avoid his gaze.
It was inevitable though, and it penetrated through her several layers of deep. They'd both revealed too much tonight, but that wasn't what had changed. It was something palpable between them. Yes, there'd been attraction and friendliness and a bit of lust for sure, but this was different. Something had been unlocked and exposed between them. Perhaps they'd held eye contact a tad too long this time, maybe they'd brushed against each other one too many times while she helped him clean up behind the bar. It was an electric charge between them -- a push and a pull, a thick current that got more dangerous the closer they became.
Without warning, as they stood taking in the fresh air before returning to their respective apartments, he kissed her. It was long and deep and fucking perfect, his hand cradling her jawline, her pelvis melding to his as they reached for one another. He breathed her in like a starving man, and she him, her heart beating a mile a minute inside her chest. She throbbed and ached below the waist, wetness pooling where she wanted him most.
"Fuck," she whispered against his lips. Everything inside her was telling her to stop but her body wouldn't hear it so she kissed him again, his tongue gaining entrance to her mouth, his lips soft and warm and inviting. "Nick," she mewled, hating herself for her sudden consideration of ethics, yet knowing she'd hate herself even more if this continued. She pressed against his chest and took a step back, the cool air that separated them as they parted washing over her like ice. It was what she needed to wake her up. "Nick, we have to stop."
He broke out of his haze but didn't look away. Lips swollen and eyes full of desire, his chest heaved as he forced himself to nod in agreement. Fuck, how was she going to face Lara in the morning? They'd made a habit of trudging the stairs together without exactly meaning to.
Quinn forced herself to put her hands in her pockets where they belonged and bounced on the heels of her feet, the night air feeling colder by the second. "I want you, Nick, but not... Not like this."
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