“Thank you?” I questioned, “What alternate universe did I land in?”
“Meh,” He looked back to me, “One where it looked like Hannah and Brody beat you down enough earlier, so I’m trying to be a nice person to you.” He shuddered, “I won’t lie, it makes me feel icky.”
“Then stop.” I deadpanned, “For the love of god, just stop.” I held my hand up as he opened his mouth, cutting him off, “And I’m not going to talk about it. Not with you.”
“I told Rey that Parker should be the one to come down and check on you.” He sighed, “But he’s off with Dallin at the gym and Rey could only stay out of it for so long.” He held his hands up, “So here I am.”
“I don’t need someone to intervene. Or check on me.”
“So what happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Liar.” He fired back. “I saw you nearly throw that sweet girl down on the hood of your car before her big oaf showed up and interrupted. I won’t lie, I was pretty bummed that he broke up the show.”
I rolled my eyes so far; I saw my brain.
“Oh, come on,” He droned, “I’m a happily married man, but I can spot sexual tension a mile away. And that little show—” He wagged his finger back and forth, “Screamed hot lesbian sexual tension.”
“She’s straight,” I said, regretting it a second after it left my mouth. Because I did not want to talk about it at all, especially with him.
“Is that the problem?”
“That, and the fact that she’s in a long-term relationship.” I shuddered, “I can’t stand messy relationship drama.”
“That’s not a denial of being interested.” He raised his brows suggestively, and I groaned at how he caught me. “Sounds like you want her.”
“I want to ruin her,” I replied, setting my tablet down on the side table next to me and then leaning forward with my elbows on my knees. “Given how similar you and I are, I’m confident that you know precisely what I mean by that statement. I don’t want to hold her hand and coax her through her first girl-on-girl moment while Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb watch to get their jollies off.” Sitting back in my chair and running the back of my fingers over my lip, “I want to ruin her for them and then walk away without a backward glance simply because I shouldn’t.”
“But you won’t.” He challenged, his voice a deep timber I only heard when he was in the dark place that he hid in sometimes. “You won’t hurt her. She’s too pure. And you’re not as big of a monster as you want everyone to think you are. It’s the same reason I couldn’t hurt Rey with anything more than words when she was mortal enemy number one for stealing Dallin all those years ago. I could have seduced her, tricked her into choosing me over D and Parker. Then I would have destroyed her and left her with pieces of who she used to be, alone and broken, to serve as some sort of moral retribution for my pain.” He stood up and towered over me, so I had to look up at him in the dim light. “But I didn’t. The same way you won’t. Because she didn’t hurt you to begin with. Someone else did.”
“I want to though, and that’s reason enough to steer the fuck clear.”
“Then stop pouting about it.” He scorned, sliding back into the usual Trey role I recognized. The one I longed for after nice Trey ripped open my insecurities and laughed at them. “Grow the fuck up. Go out and find some willing pussy to lose yourself in for a few days and forget about her.”
“Fuck you.” It was a brittle comeback, but I had nothing else.
“Yeah,” he grinned sadistically, “See, that right there,” he pointed to my weakness, “Is exactly why I don’t believe that you don’t want the good you could gain from letting her in.”
“She has nothing to gain from letting me in,” I replied, admitting the truth to someone who could easily turn it around and use it against me.
“A bleeding heart.” He tsked and walked toward the door with his hands in his pockets. “I always knew you were a softy deep inside all of that ALT Barbie exterior.”
“Don’t tell anyone.” I mused, giving up on even trying to refute it.
He winked and then tossed me something that I caught a half a second before it hit me in the nose.
My keys.
“Knox dropped your car off an hour ago. But I figured you needed a little longer to stew on all your girly feelings before you were fixed.”
“Gee, thanks.” I rolled my eyes, spinning the keys around my finger.
“Night, Barbie.”
“Night, Ogre.”
Chapter 10 – Hannah
Icleaned the counters until they sparkled. Then I scrubbed the oven and the baseboards in the entire living space of the house. After that, I shampooed the rugs and dusted the ceiling fans.
And I still wasn’t calm.
Which was abnormal for me, because cleaning was my therapy, my meditation. Yet tonight, I was still raw and on edge and in need of something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
Brody and Knox hovered, lurking in the doorways, and watching me silently work through my mile-long spring-cleaning list, but they didn’t intervene.
I almost kissed Lex.
So close. Inches between our lips, that was all there was. The way she grabbed my shirt and pulled me back to her, God, it was hot. The way she knew I’d like the kiss because it was with her. After all, I was quickly becoming obsessed with her, and it spoke of that connection I’d felt from the start.
She looked so good tonight.
Her tight black ripped jeans hugged her thighs like those leather pants did the other day, the ones that made me wonder what her skin felt like underneath them. She had on a tight white tank top that stretched across her breasts, showing off the fact that they were fake, and she didn’t need to wear a bra.
What would they feel like in my hands? Would I like them the way Brody and Knox always seemed so enthralled with mine?
“Han?” Brody’s deep voice cut through the fog of arousal threatening to pull me under and I gasped, jumping from being caught daydreaming about breasts.
