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“Whatever it is, I will never judge you. I mean, I’m certainly not one to point fingers,” I say, trying to brush his finger off my lip.
“I know,” he replies, tickling my nose with my lock of hair, distracted by his memories.
I want to know everything there is about Quinn. Goodandbad. It won’t change my feelings for him, feelings I’ve never felt for another.
“But not now.” He smiles, tapping the end of my nose with his finger and letting my hair go.“Because you have to get ready.”
“Where are we going?” I ask, watching him hungrily as he gets off the bed, his bare, ripped chest facing me.
I still haven’t asked him about his tattoo, but I can see intricate script writing rising out of his pants and hugging his ribs.
“First, breakfast. And then, wherever you want to go.”
I bite my lip, feeling like a nervous schoolgirl. “I’ve always wanted to go for a boat ride down the Mississippi River. If you wanted to, of course.”
Quinn kneels by the bed, leaning into me. “Then we’ll ride down the Mississippi till we get kicked off the boat.”
“And what if that never happens?” I reply with a smile.
“Then we’ll ride it all night until you’re ready to leave.”
“That sounds amazing.”
Quinn places a quick kiss on my lips, then stands to his full height. “It sure does. So hurry that sweet ass outta bed. I’ll meet you downstairs.”
“Downstairs?” I sit up, gripping the sheet to my chest.
“Yup,” he replies with a smirk. I know he’s up to something, but I don’t get a chance to ask him because he’s out the door in a flash, grabbing a shirt along the way.
This man is just too good to be true.
Taking one last look in the mirror, I think I look okay for my first date at age nineteen. And it doesn’t matter that it’s taken me nineteen years to be asked out on a date because it’s with Quinn.
I’m wearing my skinny black jeans, the only pair I own without a hole in them, and a cute off-the-shoulder sweater. My hair is down. My makeup is light.
I take the elevator downstairs, and my heart begins beating like crazy, which is stupid since I just saw Quinn a little while ago. But isn’t this what first dates are all about—sweaty palms, heart palpitations, and high hopes?
The elevator doors slide open, and I take a deep breath before stepping out into the foyer, but that breath is in vain because when I see Quinn, it hitches in my throat, threatening to choke me.
And that’s not because his hotness takes my breath away. No, it’s because Quinn stands leaning against the wall with a bouquet of white tulips in his hands.
I can’t believe he bought me flowers.
“Hi,” I say with a small smile as I approach him.
“Hi. You look amazing.”
“Thanks.”
This is awkward and feels exactly how a first date should feel.And I like it. I like that I’m experiencing all my firsts with Quinn.
“Are those for me?” I ask when Quinn continues to stare at me.
“No,” he replies with a smirk, finally meeting my eyes.
“Oh.”
“Of course, they are,” he says, handing them to me.
