He laughs for a moment but doesn’t turn back to his glass. A heavy sigh leaves his body making his shoulders slump more. I hate seeing him so defeated and I frown at whatever thoughts are passing through this mind.
Trey takes two steps to my side of the kitchen and his arms wrap around me until he has a tight hold on me. Instinctively I wrap my own arms around him and return his squeeze.
He pulls back and lays his forehead on mine so we’re eye to eye. “Promise me you won’t leave over this.”
A hand reaches up to rub the spot on his jaw he normally loves so much, and I scrape my finger across the prickly stubble. “Trey, we’ve made it this far. We have to stick it out to see how it ends.”
His head falls to my neck and he buries his nose there. “Who knew I’d fall in love with the girl who elbowed my junk one fateful day.”
I go stock still at his full declaration. This is beyond calling me his girlfriend. I think Trey may have used the L word, but I don’t want to call attention to it in case he isn’t sure. “Yeah, she sounds like a real ball buster.”
“Well as long as it’s only my balls she’s busting for the rest of our lives, I’ll be okay.”
