"Ryker Cordova," I said.
"He's that drummer, right?"
I nodded then sighed. "I was supposed to meet him this summer. He'd fall in love at first sight, obviously. We'd make beautiful music together. And then, we'd live happily-ever-after."
Tolliver grunted. "Sounds a little fast."
"Love's like that sometimes."
"Sorry to wreck your plans."
I shrugged.
"What do you like about him?" he asked.
"Um, everything," I said, counting off on my fingers. "He's a passionate musician, not a selfish jock. He's the heartbeat of HERS. He looks really good in a leather jacket. He's big and frowns all the time, kind of like an angry teddy bear that you just want to hug."
"And frowning is a turn on?"
"On Ryker Cordova? Hell, yes."
Tolliver was scowling now, and I had to be honest. It wasn't a bad look on him. Actually, the way his lips turned down, the intensity in his eyes, was very much working for him.
"So, who's your celebrity crush?" I asked.
"Don't have one," he said.
"Ah come on, everyone has somebody they want that's totally out of reach."
Tolliver's intense stare latched onto mine. "Famous people I've never met don't do it for me, Kent."
I blinked.
"I want something real."
Why did that suddenly make heat rise to my cheeks?
And why was his stare so hot and unwavering?
"Well, everyone wants that," I said.
"You think so?" He tilted his head. "I think some people might want the fantasy versus the reality."
"Maybe. There's definitely less chance of being hurt that way."
"Less chance of finding real love too."
I forced a laugh. "Seriously, Tolliver, you've never obsessed over someone you've never spoken to?"
He was quiet a moment, then he shrugged. "Once."
"Really?"
Another shrug.
"Care to share with the class?" I said.
"Maybe someday, but not right now." He shook his head with a laugh. "We better keep going, or we'll never get through all these questions. How many are there anyway?"
