Page 34 of Committed to You

We go our separate ways. I spend the day trying to get Chase off my mind, but I can’t. When nighttime rolls around, I force myself to put in just as much effort as I did the night before.

Trent and I have gone on two dates before tonight. He’s a nice guy, good-looking, and we had a lot of fun on our previous encounters. We haven’t gotten too physical, but he did kiss me when he dropped me off last time. While it didn’t have the heat Chase’s kisses had, I remind myself that Trent doesn’t have a lineup of friends with benefits waiting to service his every need. At least, I don’t think he does.

The restaurant we are going to is nice but not super fancy, so I opt for black boots, leggings, and a white off-the-shoulder tunic sweater. I’m fixing my hair when Quinn texts me.

“Are you trying to make Chase jealous?”

I call her.

She picks up on one ring. “Are you?”

“Hello to you, too.”

“Sorry. Jamison texted me that Chase told him you have a date tonight?”

“I do.”

“With who?”

“Trent.”

“Who’s that?”

“A guy I’ve seen a few times.”

“So, you aren’t trying to make Chase jealous?”

“No. And why would he be jealous when he’s got his stash of friends with benefits on the side?”

Quinn laughs. “Because Chase has it bad for you.”

“No, he doesn’t. If he had it bad, he would be done with Meredith, and he’s not.”

“Ms. Thursday?”

“Yep. So are you going out with Jamison tonight?”

“Yes, but don’t make a big deal about it to Piper and Charlotte.”

“I won’t. What’s going on with you two?”

Quinn sighs. “Nothing.”

“Quinn. I know the whole story, remember?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. Have fun on your date.”

“Okay. You, too.”

We hang up, and I finish getting ready. Trent buzzes, and I tell him I’ll meet him in the lobby.

When I get downstairs, he leans in and kisses me on the cheek, and I can’t help but compare it to when Chase kissed my cheek the previous night. Trent’s kiss feels more like Jamison’s, and I tell myself to stop comparing.

Putting on a big smile, I go through the motions, and he guides me out to the car waiting at the curb.

“Did you have a good week?” he asks.

“It was great. Busy. How about you?”

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