Page 125 of Second Chance Trouble

“Yeah. I mean, we’ve been dating for a while and we’ve talked about our future together. But sometimes it feels like there’s something missing. Actually, it feels like that a lot.”

“What do you think is missing?”

“Her presence, for one. She’s never around. And, that’s fine when I’m in the heart of football season with twice-a-day practices. That might even work if I were to get drafted and spend a third of the year on the road. But, shouldn’t she want to spend time with me more than she does? Shouldn’t I want to spend more time with her?”

“You don’t want to spend time with her?”

“It’s not that don’t want to spend time with her. It’s that I don’t care whether I do or not. It’s harsh to say out loud, but it’s true.”

“If you don’t want to spend time with her, then why are you with her?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with her.”

“I get it. I get it. But, it would seem to me that if you two are talking about, um, spending a long time together, you should look forward to it.”

“I can’t argue with that,” I told him.

“Then, why don’t you?”

I stared at Quin not sure what to say. I wanted to say that it was because she wasn’t him. But that felt unfair.

“Because she doesn’t give me the tingles,” I said meaning the same thing.

“That’s important,” Quin said suddenly in a better mood than moments before. “Have you ever felt the tingles from someone?”

“From one person,” I told him hoping he wouldn’t ask anymore.

“Who’s that?” Quin asked hesitantly.

Staring into his beautiful eyes was too much. I couldn’t do this, not to him, not to myself.

“Someone I shouldn’t feel them for.”

“Oh,” Quin said deflating.

“So, change your mind about grabbing something to eat? I could always grab a bite. And Tasha wouldn’t be back from hiking with Vi for a few hours.”

“No. I should go,” Quin said resigned.

“Okay. That’s fair. Did you have fun?”

“It had its moments,” he said with a smile.

“You still trust me to teach you how to be the life of the party?”

“First of all, I never trusted you to be a miracle worker.”

I laughed.

“But, I’m willing to see what you have to offer,” Quin said with a smile.

Man, did I love his smile.

“Fair enough. I think I passed the quiz, by the way.”

“Good! I guess I’m not that bad of a tutor after all. Though, I would have hoped you did more than just pass.”

“I’m sure I did. And you are a hell of a tutor. I can’t wait to see what you have in store for me next.”

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