They followed the shape of my lips, the shifting of my throat, the rise and fall of my breathing. Then the way the mattress caved in as I perched on the edge.
He shouldn’t be looking at me like that.
I can’t want him to look at me like that.
“So, about last night.” It was the first subject that came to mind and the best way I knew how to get him to stop looking at me like that.
It worked.
Trey’s focus went vacant as he forced a jeering grin. “What about it?”
“You can’t do that.”
He eyed me. “You’re going to have to be more specific than that, love.”
I rolled the term of endearment off my shoulders. “The whole possessive alpha dog crap. You interrupted—a moment—between Sam and I, then dragged me out to the cars and sent me home like a child. You can’t do things like that.”
I expected him to bicker with me more, tease, but he didn’t. His head slumped to the side of his pillow, away from me.
“How is Samuel today? Not too shaken up, I hope.” A sly smile tugged at the corner of his mouth with his question, but he still didn’t look at me.
“Fine, I think,” I said, and I immediately regretted it.
His head jerked back, green eyes narrowing. “You think?”
My lips pulled into a tight line.Shit.
“May, have you not reached out to the poor boy since last night?”
I fumbled, stumbled, and bumbled for the right words, but what could I say? No, I hadn’t checked in on Sam… Or replied to his last texts he sent me the night prior and this morning. But that part, I would not admit to Trey.
“I’ve been busy.”
It was a sorry excuse. I knew it and by the look he leveled at me under the damp cloth still pasted to his head. He knew it too.
“How long have you been feeling sick?” I asked, hoping he could follow the subject change. I was a fool.
“Since last night. I thought the nausea was from seeing you and Sam together, but I guess not.”
If looks could kill.
“Okay, okay, I’m done,” he yielded. “How’s work been? Is that creep still bothering you?”
I shook my head and sighed. “Rick hasn’t bothered me; Penny was exaggerating the story to get a rise out of you. He stares at Penny far more than he stares at me,” I tried to reason, but with how Trey’s eyes widened, I knew it didn’t help.
“He shouldn’t be staring at you at all.”
“What’s wrong with a little harmless staring?”
His brows knitting together had me biting back a giggle. He didn’t respond right away; he more just watched me like I deeply offended him.
“What?” I poked him in the broad, bare chest. “Let me guess. You’re the only one who’s allowed to stare at me?”
“Exactly.”
Scoffing, I adjusted, and his resting arm nudged against my thigh. I recognized then that I had drifted farther onto the bed, always lured in by his magnetism.
I needed to get away, put distance between us before I did something truly crazy.