He wanted this woman—and she was letting him go so she wouldn’t make another poor choice. She was playing things smart for her future. They didn’t know each other on a deep, personal level yet. They’d spent a week wandering around New York City, matching people up, and then they’d made insanely incredible love.Lovemaking he couldn’t forget—her soft curves, her willingness, her sweet lips against his when she came. He’d only just begun to taste her, and she was out.All in the span of the week, a week Quinn could have chosen to turn into one big fairytale. Which quite obviously, she was opting out of doing.Yet, he felt as if he’d always known her. And the parts he didn’t know, he wanted to know.Did love happen that fast?Of course it does, you dipshit. You’ve seen it hundreds and thousands of times in the course of your mother’s reign as Aphrodite.Just as it hit him and he made sense of his feelings after last night, just as he’d been about to confess he was falling in love with her—she’d dumped his ass like a she was making a deposit at a Jersey landfill.He took his time walking back to her place, each step he took, feeling worse than he had the step before.
