I’ll be there
Good
Because I’d hate to rename you Casper The Friendly Ghoster
Aren’t you funny
There’s more where that came from
I can’t wait
Chapter Eleven
JASPER
It’s six fifty-two. Quinn is supposed to be here at seven.
Eight minutes.
It’s still early. I shouldn’t be worried that she’s changing her mind, but I can’t help it. I don’t know if I could take her not showing up again.
I hate that I’m so nervous for this date.
I mean, are we even calling it a date? I don’t know, but I don’t want to do anything to make her change her mind.
Because I want Quinn.
Fuck, I don’t remember the last time I’ve ever wanted someone so badly. Zucchini is happily perched on the back of the couch, tracking my pacing in the living room. Hockey highlights play in the background on a low hum. Not even that can distract me from Quinn coming here tonight.
Six fifty-nine.
One minute to go.
Please don’t be late.
I watch the seconds tick by as it gets closer to seven. Until the shrill buzzer of my front door goes off.
Thank fuck.
“Quinn?” I press the button and ask over the intercom.
“It’s me.”
“Come on up.”
I buzz her in and open the door. I don’t care if I look eager. Considering I’ve wanted to meet her for months, she knows how I’m feeling.
The ding of the elevator echoes on the floor as I spot her, turning both ways before she sees me.
A smile lights up her face.
Fuck. I forgot how beautiful she is. Seeing her at the gala pales in comparison to now. Dark jeans show off her curvy hips, and an orange sweater hangs off her shoulder. As she gets closer and closer, her face isn’t as made up as the night I discovered who she really is.
“Hi there.”
Even her voice is better than that first night we met. Deep, sultry. No wonder she’s a famous pop star.
“Hi.” I drink my fill of her one last time before pushing open the door behind me wider. “Come on in.”
