At the stoplight, he turns to me. “Where do you live?”
I give him the address and we’re off, speeding down the road. I’m laughing. I can’t help it. The way I feel right now, I never want this moment to end. Except it does when he slows down and drives over one of the speed bumps. My ride didn’t last long, but it was freaking amazing.
Quinn helps me off the bike. I hand him the helmet and hope his fingers brush against mine. When they don’t, I try not to let my disappointment show on my face.
“Thank you,” I tell him.
“You’re welcome. Are you working tomorrow? I mean tonight since it’s already well into the morning?”
I shake my head. “No, thank God.” If I’m not mistaken, I think his face falls. Was he planning to come see me? Should I call Zeke and tell him I need another shift? Kellie would kill me. As it is, my time here is limited, and she wants to go out tonight.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you around.”
“Bye Quinn and thank you again.” I step away and wave. He pulls off. The loud engine of his bike echoes in my complex. When he’s out of sight, I all but run up to my apartment and throw the door open. I’m praying Kellie’s awake because I need to talk to someone.
“Kellie?”
“In here,” she yells from the living room. Our place is small and had I taken a few more steps I would’ve seen her sitting on the couch, watching television.
“I’m in love,” I say, plopping down on the couch.
“With who?” she asks after turning off the TV.
“Quinn. Sofia’s brother.”
She rolls her eyes, picks up her phone and presses a few buttons. She shows me her phone. “Look at Sofia’s status.”
Brother came to visit!
“Huh,” I say, looking more closely. I expand the picture and study it. I can’t remember if this is the same guy she showed us while in school or not, and I was certain that Quinn’s her brother. I had seen his picture enough that I thought I had his face memorized.
“So, see, clearly not the same guy.”
“Yeah, but—”
“No, buts,” Kellie says. “I told you the chances that you’d find him were slim. Besides, you
don’t want to hook up with your bestie’s brother.”
“Why not? You want to hook up with mine.” I raise my eyebrows at her and smirk.
She waves me off. “That’s different. Your brother is a sex—”
I slap my hand over her mouth and pretend to gag. I don’t want to hear what she thinks about my brother, although hers is pretty good looking too.
For the next hour, I tell Kellie about my night and Quinn. I’m trying not to get excited, but I’m literally counting the days until I can see him again.
“Hey, do you know a musician named Liam Page?” I ask before I head to bed.
“Hell, yes! Liam Page is a DILF.”
“I’m sorry, a what?”
“A Dad I’d Like to—” I hold my hand up, letting her know she doesn’t need to finish her sentence. “Why?” she asks.
“He was playing with Quinn tonight. I didn’t know who he was.”
Kellie’s eyes go wide. “Just more proof that Quinn isn’t Sofia’s brother.”