"Wildest Dreams"

She meets him in a crowded club. Sweaty bodies and music synced to heartbeats. They find each other across the room, he's at the bar, perfect hair and just the right leather jacket. She's in a booth, a pink drink in her hand, waiting for Quinn to decide it's time to leave.

They just stare, for a while. Until he finally comes over, sits next to her, he smells like aftershave and teenage dreams.

He whispers through the constant noise, "Let's get out of here."

Maybe it's the club itself, or this look in his eyes, but for reasons she can't explain she follows him out.

They drive out of the city, in his shiny car. He plays old rock and roll on the stereo and steals glances.

When they stop, he opens her door and takes her hand, leading her to the front door of a house on the shore.

When he picks her up and starts kissing her, she doesn't stop to think if she's the first girl he's taken here.

The rest of the night is a tangle of sheets and ocean breezes.

Morning comes and the day is spent in bed. Until she decides she can't breathe and throws on her dress from the night before.

The ocean stares back her and she can feel him behind her, up on the balcony memorizing her, as she watches the sunset.

He takes her home after that.


She never thought she would see him again. Her one night stand dressed in leather. They had an unspoken agreement, no one had to know what they were doing.

But two weeks later she's at that club again. Quinn doesn't like going without her.

Somehow he finds her again and this time she pulls him back to her apartment. His clothes are in her room, scattered on her favorite chair and the floor.

She starts to let herself wonder where this could go. If it has any movement at all.

Until it's late at night and she hears his voice. On the phone, talking in whispered excuses.

She turns over into her pillow, realizing she's just the other.

Even though she wants to hold onto everything this is, her morals are stronger than that (at least she tells herself they are).

When she tells him to "Please leave" she see's something other than lust in his eyes. And for a moment she wants to take it all back and tell him, "Stay."

Instead she lets him go without explanation, from neither him, nor her.

Only telling him to see her again, standing in that dress, basking in the sunset.

It's all she wants from him.

For some reason, she doesn't cry. Only wonders.