6
Quinn, Makeup Room, 9 News, Late Afternoon
Numbers. Graphs. Temperature readings. All the data I usually loved to sink my mind into blurred on the page until all I saw was Bahre. The way he looked when he held himself over my body and filled me up. The scars on his chest and arms. His lips. God, those kissable, sexy, hot-as-hell lips.
“Earth to Quinn.” Ellen smiled like she knew every secret I wasn’t sharing. She didn’t, but no doubt she could guess. Everyone had seen the live broadcast and knew about Bahre. And me. Me and Bahre.
“Yes?”
“You’re practically glowing. Tell me everything.” She winked.
I actually giggled like a girl for the first time in years, then put my fingers to my lips, but careful not to smudge the lipstick she’d so artfully applied. “I don’t kiss and tell. You k
