I suspected I was going to be alone for a long-ass time. If I couldn’t get over Quinn when all we’d shared was a brief kiss as teenagers, how was I going to forget the Quinn who spent all day in bed with me? It wasn’t even the sex that had ruined me, it was the closeness just after, when we’d been tangled and sweaty, Quinn glowing like an angel because he was impossibly beautiful even while debauched.
