Houston wasn’t nervous at all. He was playing footsie with me. And that made me even more nervous. I thought footsie was something that only happened in movies. Yet, here I was, on a first date, with Houston’s ankle rubbing against my leg. Was this supposed to be hot? Because I didn’t feel turned on. In fact, I felt... his ankle on my leg. Just like the way he kissed my hand yesterday, there was no spark. No excitement like there had been when Tyler gripped my hand on the table. Oh god. Did I have a complex? Was I only attracted to unavailable men?
