Quincy Dean is one lucky guy. After months of virtual flirting, he’s convinced the man of his dreams is living next door. True, they’ve never spoken face-to-face, and William Johnson has never posted a picture of himself, but how many William Johnson’s could there be?<br><br>Quincy is positive the two of them would be great together. But if he's ever going to get the chance to convince Will of that fact, he’s going to need to do it before his perfect man figures out he’s too good for Quincy's little corner of Whiteport and disappears from his real life forever.<br><br>But how do you woo someone when you have to stay six feet apart? Direct messages are great, but they aren't very romantic. And when Quincy begins to notice that Will’s messages don’t always match up with what he's seeing through his blinds, he worries that even online he and his dream guy are drifting apart. Six feet or not, it might be time to ask Will out on a date.

Quinny, Focus!

Will: I’m not going anywhere. I’m waiting for paint to dry.


Quincy chuckled. Weren’t they all? It had been a long couple of months of waiting. Taking a deep breath, he typed, Would you like to go on a date with me?


A knot grew in his belly, and his hand shook as he put the phone on the small table he had on the tiny balcony. The silence stretched for far too long, and Quincy didn’t dare look across the lawn to Will’s balcony.


Will: I’d love to. What did you have in mind?


Oh, what did he have in mind? Shit, he hadn’t planned that far. He typed, It’s a secret. Would Friday night work for you, at seven?


Quincy squealed, grabbed the phone, and went back inside while scrolling to find Ty’s number.


Chapter 3