The rush and haze was still settling over Quinn as Jadyn started the path up her body. Quinn's fingers pushed through Jadyn's hair, her hand curving to the back of the other girls head, just holding, not pulling or tugging, but wanting something to hold on to.
A sigh locked in her throat as Jadyn's forehead pressed to hers -they hadn't exactly had the opportunity to indulge in the post-orgasm calm that they currently seemed settled in, even if Quinn didn't feel entirely calm. But the growled murmur of a single word sent a shiver down Quinn's spine as she tried to work out just what it meant.
She didn't know what Jadyn wanted from this, up until the rave it seemed like it was nothing but sex, but the reaction at the rave and then now, Quinn had to wonder. Normally, perhaps, she should pull away, sort out her clothes as best she could and leave. But she found herself more curious than distressed, a little nervous too.
"What does that mean?" Her lips brushed over Jadyn's again, as she spoke and tilted her head, just to allow the barest of contact.