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!

Quincy’s heart beat fast. A double bed. A woman in Will’s bedroom and a double bed, a hug in the kitchen, and him calling her honey. He couldn’t breathe.


“Eh…hi?” Will came to stand behind the woman.


“Hi.” Quincy smiled, though he doubted they could tell since he was wearing his awesome, date-sparkling face mask Ty had bought him.


“I’m Quincy.” He fought to keep the smile in place when all he could read on Will’s face was confusion. “I live across from you.” He pointed through the apartment toward his.


“Oh, is there something wrong with our apartment?” Will studied the windows instead of looking for Quincy’s apartment.


“Eh…No, no, nothing wrong.” Everything was wrong! Quincy studied Will’s hands—pale, slim fingers, no paint stains. He forced himself to take a breath. “You’re from Redspring, right?”


The frown marred Will’s otherwise perfectly smooth skin. He was clean-shaven, young-looking, smartly dressed. No paint stains


Chapter 10