I arch a brow.“Dinner, maybe a movie or another activity of some kind, followed by a goodnight kiss.”
He nibbles on his lip, and my eyes are drawn to the motion, but not enough to deter me from getting an answer out of him.
“It can’t be that bad.Seriously, when was the last time?”
He mumbles, but I know I couldn’t possibly have heard him right.
“I’m sorry, I’m gonna need you to say that again.”
“Never.”When he looks up at me, there’s something in his eyes that makes my heart clench painfully.He looks so sad, but it’s more than that.
“You’veneverbeen on a date?What about in high school?Didn’t you go out with Stacy?”
He shakes his head.“We had sex one time, and she kept trying to convince me to take her out, but that’s all it was.”
I’m stunned.That can’t be right.I’ve seen him on tours.He always has a woman draped over him.“Never with any of the girls you’ve met on tour?”
He shakes his head, and now that I’m thinking about it, I don’t recall ever seeing any of those girls more than once.I never noticed or paid much attention before.
“Why not?”I’m baffled that this gorgeous, successful musician has never been on a date.
“It’s not a big deal, Jo.”
“It is!It’s a huge deal.You’re twenty-six, Tristan.And you’ve never been on a date!That’s insane.”
“I guess I haven’t met a woman who was worth it.”
There’s a weight to his stare, and I can’t help feeling like there’s so much more he’s not saying.And more than ever, I wish he’d open himself up to me instead of always being so closed off.