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At the same time, though, I might be falling in love with Quin. I’ve never felt like this for anyone. I can’t stop thinking about him. I fantasize about touching him. I can’t wait to see him.
I thought I loved Tasha. I really did. But it was because I didn’t know what love was or how it felt. This feeling is what people write songs about. I get it now. And, I get all of those movies that implied that love came at a cost.
My cost would be everything I have. I could have fame, family, and financial stability for the first time in my life. Or, I could have love. That was the choice I had to make.
Chapter 7
Quin
“You know you’re eventually going to have to make a move on him, right?” Lou said with his elbows on the table and cut of stripped steak gangling from the end of his fork.
“I do not know that,” I protested.
“You don’t expect him to do it, do you?”
“I’m not expecting anyone to do it. I’m not expecting anything.”
“Ahh, Lamb Chop, sometimes you make me so sad.”
“There’s nothing to feel sad about. Nothing’s going on between us.”
“That’s what makes me so sad. On one side there’s you, an obliviously scrumptious love nugget who can’t seem to lose of his virginity…”
“You’re a virgin, too,” I quickly reminded him.
He put his hand on his chest and gave me a sad look.
“But for me, it’s by choice. I’m saving myself for the right man. You? You want to get rid of yours like it’s the plague. Yet you’re hooked on a guy who is clearly in love with you but can’t see past the sham relationship he’s in. Tragic!”
When I didn’t respond, Lou said, “Not going to say anything?”
“No. I think you said it all. And I am kinda sad.”
“Wait, I didn’t say you were sad. You’re great. You’re hot and smart, and you come from a good family…”
“What does my family have to do with this?”
“You’re marriage material! Some guy needs to put a ring on that.”
“Wow, that progressed quickly.”
“That’s my point. You’re moving too slow. Get on that man, preferably with him on his back and you riding him like a cowboy. Or, are you a top? I can’t tell with you. What is your preference? You like it Lone Ranger or side-saddle?”
“Which one’s which?” I asked confused.
“Doesn’t matter. You like it going or coming?”
“I don’t know. Both, maybe.”
“So, you’re vers? I’ve seen you in the shower. That makes sense.”
“When did you see me in the shower?”
“When haven’t I seen you in the shower? That’s not the point.”
“Then what is the point?”
“The point is that you’re vers and that man, Cage, is a definite top.”
