This kid would need hours of training. But Heath knew that he wouldn’t be able to teach him everything. Some things could only come from experience, and Haven would have to figure out his own way around a female. That was something Heath wasn’t whiling to talk about. Besides they hadn’t even kissed, and Haven was still so wet behind that ears there were some things that he wasn’t ready for yet. Though he had already opened up a whole new world for the younger kid, even he knew where to draw the line.
He wasn’t completely behind; giving the chick a gift was a start. And having done it all on his own gave him hope. But as he continued to talk Heath’s heart sunk. Where did he get this stuff? Stopping in his tracks, Heath looked down on the orange hybrid. Eyeing him he found that he was being sincere. That was the number one, the slam dunk. And he was going to worry about a silly word. It’s a word. A single word that means what? Nothing. There was so much “love” thrown around it was hard to distinguish all the truth from lies. What was one more little bit to the big masses of the world’s dishonestly? You’ll never get her if you can’t get passed that kid.
Turning from Haven, he began to walk. Did the kid think that he was better then he was?