Page 132 of His Hungry Wolf

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.”

“I guess you’ll find out,” Quin said with a devious smile.

Wait, was Quin flirting with me? However he meant it, it shot a tingle through my body and shook me to my core. When that guy did something, he did it right.

“I can’t wait to find out,” I told him before walking him back to campus and awkwardly returning to my truck.

I had never wanted to kiss someone so much in my life. I knew I couldn’t and I wasn’t even sure if Quin was interested in anything like that. At least I was able to establish that he was into guys. For the time being, that was enough. I could survive on that hope for a while.

When Tasha texted that there was traffic and that she wouldn’t get back to campus until late, I drove home. It was probably for the best. After spending the day with Quin, my mind was elsewhere.

After a forty-minute drive, I turned onto the empty road that led to my house. My dad’s truck was running in the driveway with its lights on.

“Oh no,” I said knowing how the rest of the night would go.

Parking next to my father’s truck, I got out and looked into its windows. He wasn’t there. It was a worse sign that he had made it into the house. At least if he was passed out, his night would be over.

Opening the truck’s door, I reached in and shut it off. With the keys in hand, I looked back at the cabin. The kitchen and living room lights poured onto the ground outside the windows. The TV was blasting. I took a long measured breath, gathered myself, and made the short walk to the front door.

Stepping inside, the place was a mess. This wasn’t the way I had left it. The lamps shone from the floor where they had been tossed, the couch was overturned, the TV was sitting on its side, and things that used to be in the fridge were now scattered between the two rooms.