Quinn ignored the singe of heat in his cheeks. “Zane…”
“But when you looked at my body that first time, there was guilt too. You darted looks at the watch, and then when we talked about relationships and romance, you had a hard time keeping your eyes off it. It’s broken. You could fix it, but you hadn’t…”
“Impressive…”
“And then…” Zane let loose a long sigh. “I lost it.”
Quinn frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I read people, I learn things, work out their wants. I hint, I smirk, but I don’t tell. But I read the back of the watch and got angry.”
“Why?”
“He used something you love against you.”
“Astronomy.”
“And you went all gooey-eyed when I read it aloud, and I hated him. I didn’t want you to take him back, and I’m hoping that watch is a sign that you haven’t.”
“I ended it,” Quinn said.
“The guy he cheated with, did he have green eyes?”
“He did.”
Zane hummed. “The colour was a stretch, but sometimes deceit is in plain sight.”
“Turns out he bought the watch for him and not me. I only got it when it was refused.” He shook his head. “And to think I was so blown away by this spontaneous gift. Damon’s collecting his things tomorrow.”
Zane studied Quinn intently, then leaned forward. “Whatever he says tomorrow, don’t take it to heart.”
“What?”
“Don’t let him make you feel any worse.”
Quinn frowned at the table, then mumbled, “Let’s…let’s get back on topic.”
Zane relaxed back into his chair. “Now what questions have you got for me today?”
“Didn’t Mackie tell you?”
“He’s not speaking to me anymore.”
“Oh?”
Zane waved his hand. “Nothing for you to worry about.”
“The questions today are going to be about sexuality.”
“Okay. Ask away.”
Quinn nodded. “Would you describe yourself as bisexual?”
“I like what I like. If people call that bisexual, then I guess it’s bisexual.”
“How old were you when you lost your virginity?”
Zane grinned. “Eighteen.”