Grants POV

Quinn was kissing me. Her perfect lips were against mine, pillowy soft, and moving so gently. Her tongue flicked across, waiting for my lips to part, which I happily allowed. I'd imagined kissing her for weeks now, always telling myself it was wrong and that I was a horrible friend. I'd given Wade so many chances to make a move, and he still hadn't, and now she was kissing me. Not only was Quinn kissing me, but she had made her way over onto my lap, her hands gliding up into my hair as the kiss only intensified. I was trying my best to be as gentlemanly as possible, keeping my hands solely on her hips. It was driving me insane, though, wanting to touch every inch of her.

"What the fuck?!" Carrie screeched. Quinn immediately pulled back, her face a mixture of embarrassment and shock.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." She repeated over and over as she climbed off my lap and began pacing the room.

"It's fine. Don't apologize." I tried to reassure her while watching Carrie's head attempt to explode. She was the biggest drama queen I'd ever met.

"Are you two? What did I just witness?" She covered her mouth, still standing behind the sofa.

"It was just a kiss. I did it. It's not Grant's fault." Quinn quickly explained.

"Stop. There's no fault for anything. We kissed. We're adults." I reached out to Quinn, but she stood as far from me as possible.

"I mean...you're adults. If this is what you guys want, I mean, sure. Wade is going to be devastated." Carrie muttered.

"It'll be fine. I'll talk to him. Why don't you go take the spare, and I'll set Quinn up in my room." I stepped forward, hoping to end this evening now before it got any worse.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll set her up alright."

"Fuck Carrie, what do you think of me? We kissed, okay! I'm attracted to her, I like her, and I actually had the balls to tell her." I hadn't even realized I was so angry about it until I let loose. Carrie watched me in surprise while Quinn looked physically pained to even be in the room. I'd gone and royally fucked up, I couldn't have Quinn and it looked like I'd probably lose my best friend too.

"I'm sorry, Grant. I am. That was uncalled for. I won't say anything. Good night, both of you." She nodded, slinking away toward the spare bedroom. I stood with my back to Quinn, feeling a new level of awkwardness I had been trying desperately to avoid.

"Grant..."

"I know. It's ok. Let's just get some rest, and we can deal with this in the morning." I gritted out.

"No...I don't; I'm not sure how I feel. I don't regret it." She stepped closer, taking my hand in hers and looking at me with those sweet, innocent eyes.

"Come on, let's get you to bed." I tugged her along to my bedroom, pulling the comforter back for her to climb in. "I'll take the couch; if you need anything, just help yourself or let me know."

"I'm not kicking you out of your own bed, you can lay with me." She had no idea what her words were doing to me. I knew she didn't mean anything sexual, but just the idea of laying next to her beautiful body, sleeping near her, had been something I found myself daydreaming about recently. Something that had freaked me out initially because I'd never done that before, and now here she was in real life offering it to me.

"Quinn..."

"Stop. Just lay with me, sleep in your bed too. That's it, just sleep." She gave me a smile as she climbed in and patted the space next to her. With a deep breath and a whole lot of guilt, I slid in next to her, feeling the warmth from her little body already. It didn't take long before her breathing had slowed, and the soft snores let me know she was out like a light. I lay frozen in place, afraid to touch her accidentally. I closed my eyes tightly, willing sleep to come and just as I was about to give in, she turned over and wrapped her tiny arms around me, snuggling into me.

I'd never felt something so comforting, so nice, and so perfect as Quinn felt laying on me, and I didn't miss a beat before wrapping my arms around her, holding her close to me, not wanting to let go but knowing I had to savor this moment before daylight, things were going to be very different. I just hoped I didn't lose everything because of my selfish desires tonight.

*

I woke up with a huge smile on my face as I turned over, feeling Quinns body against me. Wait, Quinn's body against me! My eyes shot open, remembering the night before. The woman my best friend and I were both smitten over was lying in my arms. I wanted to feel happy, but instead, I felt a mixture of that and guilt.

Quinn wiggled against me, and I quickly scooted back, hoping to avoid embarrassment with my morning wood. She rolled over, facing me, slowly blinking her eyes open. Those beautiful hazel eyes lazily watched me.

"Good morning." She spoke softly, almost in a whisper. My heart was pounding in my chest, wanting to pull her lips to mine. "You look so stressed." She giggled.

"I mean, I can't think of any other way I'd rather wake up. Well, I can think of a few, but..this is pretty perfect. I just feel a lot of emotions." My thoughts were a jumbled mess. This woman, had no idea what she had been doing to me. Working beside her, traveling with her, I'd been exercising great restraint. The whole time we were in Boston, normally, I would have spent my evenings in various clubs or bars, but I had no desire to do that knowing Quinn was in that hotel room.

"I should go. I should go see if Carrie is awake and we can get out of your hair." Quinn started to pull away, shifting to get out of bed. I wanted to beg her to stay, to just lay with me and to keep talking. Enjoying the little bubble of my bedroom. I knew I couldn't, though. I couldn't do that to Wade.

"You don't have to rush." I squeaked out like a schmuck, maneuvering myself to sit up against the headboard, still in my clothes from the night before. Before she could respond to me, Carrie was knocking at the bedroom door.

"Hey. Anyone awake?" She slowly poked her head in, almost as if she were afraid of what she'd see.

"Yep. I was just about to see if you were up." Quinn responded with a smile as she stood.

"I've got to get going; I need a hot shower and some coffee before I meet up with Natalia."

"Ok, I'm ready, I guess. I just need to swap this for my dress." Quinn started toward the door.

"No worries. You look better in it anyway." I smiled, Carrie watching us with rapt attention. I hopped up, walking the ladies to the door. Once they were out, I went straight for the coffee. I needed a good bit of energy to prepare myself for the call I needed to make. Wade and I needed to discuss things before this got any more complicated.