“That was… I didn’t want to go on the bike,” I say, trying to add acid in my voice. She holds my gaze, the intensity between us infinite, consuming. “Yes, you did.” Yeah, I did. “I didn’t want to be driven at speeds like that.” “Yes, you did.” “You don’t know me, Scarlett.” She brushes a stray lock of curl away from my cheek. Such an intimate, soft movement. All the while, her eyes never leave mine. “Yeah, Quinn, I do.” “It was… it was incredible. Like you promised.” Her mouth twitches, a whisper of a smile. And I realise she used my name. She’s never used my name.
