The longer he was gone, the more I worried that I wouldn’t get him back. I couldn’t lose him. My mind wandered to the last guy I’d lost as the tram paused at a red light during rush hour. Unlike Quin, who’d dated multiple girls at once and charmed every woman within reach, I only had eyes for one guy. I’d fallen head over heels for him when I was just fifteen. He was my world. I thought he was ‘the one’. Until I caught him in bed with a pixie when we were twenty. He barely even said he was sorry. The pixie had taken him off to the fairy world seven days later, and a big part of me was glad. Quin had been good to me through all of it, we’d gotten drunk and laughed. He’d been calm and supportive when I needed a little quiet time. He kept pointing out cute men when we were out in the city, but I had no interest. I hadn’t been with anyone other than Christian. I knew I needed to move on. I desperately wanted what Quin had, the ease to fall into bed with beautiful people and live life.
