Quaid was a quandary. What made him so special? Why was it so important for me to chip away at his hard exterior and discover who he was underneath? Now we were trapped in this lull. The sexual tension vibrated in the air, but we’d left it untouched for so long I wasn’t sure how to move us forward. This was my area of expertise, and I was failing. For once, I didn’t want to come across as the narrow-minded pig who just wanted to get off. For once, I didn’t want to be judged. That in itself was a problem. I shouldn’t have cared.
