It’s obvious you need it
I’ll be here when you’re ready to meet
My heart twistsas I close out of the app. There is nothing I want more than to meet Quinn. To keep talking with her. Confessing things I like and don’t like. What movies I’m watching.
But I can’t.
I want more. I want what my teammates have. If Quinn ever gives us a chance, we could have it.
Until she’s ready, I’ll wait.
Even if it might kill me.
Chapter Seven
JASPER
“Okay, how the fuck do I tie a bow tie?” I ask, fidgeting with the damn material around my neck.
Not for the first time tonight.
“How have you never tied a bow tie before?” Noah asks, swatting my hand away. Using deft fingers, he ties it with ease.
“Excuse me. I always did the clip-on ones.”
“That says a lot,” Noah snickers.
“Fuck off.” I grab my drink from the table and take a sip. “And thank you.”
Having done fancy events in the past, I should be able to manage to tie a scrap of fabric together, but I can’t.
Maybe if I had someone like Quinn to help me.
Fuck. I should not let my thoughts stray there. No good will come of it.
“Look, you need to put on a happy face for a few hours and then you can be done,” Marcus says.
“Who says I’m not happy about tonight?”
He waves a hand in my direction. “Whatever you’re thinking right now gave you a look.”
Bode nods his head in agreement. “The kind that says you’re mad about something.”
“I’m fine.” It’s little more than a growl, but at this point, I don’t care.
It’s been almost a week since I last talked to Quinn. It’s the longest we’ve gone since we started talking. Well, except for the time she ghosted me, but she had her reasons.
This is more self-inflicted.
Because I can’t keep falling for her if she’s never going to want to meet in person. I couldn’t take it. Hell, I’m already halfway in love with her.
“We’re going to go upstairs and grab the girls. Want to meet us in the ballroom?” Bode asks.
“Sure.”
We all leave Marcus’s room, and while the guys head upstairs to their partners, Noah, Graham, and I head toward the ballroom. We spent the afternoon bowling before heading to the hotel to get ready for the evening ahead.
We haven’t even made it into the ballroom, and everything about this hotel is grand. Velvet curtains hang from the walls with low, flickering lights. Waiters with trays of champagne greet us. It’s bougie as fuck, and the team wants us to wine and dine everyone to get them to open their pocketbooks to raise money for the team’s new charity this year.
