were fuller, overflowing the lacy white cups of her bra. Her
stomach was flat, but muscled too, like she worked out a few
times a week. Her legs were long and shapely, with smooth
skin, but they were toned as well.
Quinn was most surprised to see a small tattoo with
some writing on Dallas’ right calf.
“You got a tattoo?” Quinn forgot all about being half
naked herself and bent down to inspect it. The writing was
perfect, done in delicate scrolling letters all connected
together.
“Yeah. I did.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Not really. Not like I thought it would. I guess that
spot isn’t really very painful. I got it there because most
people wouldn’t see it, especially at work, since I almost
always wear pants.”
“Hope?” Quinn figured it had to mean something,
considering that Dallas chose it and she didn’t used to do
anything at random. Quinn couldn’t believe that she would get
it impulsively. “Hope,” she said again. She liked the sound of
the word on her tongue. She’d probably said the word
hundreds of times before, but it never felt like this. Even if
other people would think it was cheesy, getting a word
tattooed, Quinn didn’t feel that
way.
“Yeah. I was going to get a rose or something, but I
changed my mind.”
“Why did you get one?”
“I- I don’t know. I guess I thought that- I- I don’t
know,” Dallas finished. Quinn stood up and studied Dallas.