He goes through the channels and chooses something I don’t recognize. I don’t watch a lot of TV or movies. Never really have.
The warmth from his skin emanates off him, heating my side. It’s kind of nice. I hadn’t realized how cold and clammy my skin still is from the trek in the rain. The light from the TV shines back on him, making his wet, dark, messy hair stand out all the more. His eyebrows narrow as he focuses on the TV, and I get a good look at his side profile. Trey was always a good-looking guy. I swear everywhere we went, all he had to do was blink at a girl or two, and they’d come running. In so many ways, he looks exactly the same, but then there are moments, like right now, when he looks like someone else.
Older. Rougher. Maybe a little tired, though I guess this kind of fucked-up day will do that to a person. I turn my attentionback to the TV, not wanting to make him feel weird with my staring at him like he’s a science experiment.
“You think anyone will deliver right now?” he asks as he clicks the remote.
I can’t help but laugh at his question. I look at him and find him smirking at me. “You’re serious?”
“Yeah, I’m starving.”
“Honestly? I wouldn’t be surprised if they were, despite the warnings.”
Trey pulls out his phone and looks through it, so I go back to staring at the ceiling and dreaming of sleep. Problem is if I sleep now, I’ll be up at 2:00 am and unable to go back to sleep.
My phone vibrates a few times, so I grab it from the nightstand.
“Hey, my flight was delayed,” I say.
Trey laughs. “Is there an option to switch it for something tomorrow?”
“I’ll check.” I go through all the options and don’t see anything for that, but I think if it’s delayed a certain amount of time, I can change it myself and get reimbursed for this. I don’t really care about the money. I just want to go home.
“Fuck yes!” Trey says excitedly. “There’s a pizza place that says it’s still delivering. You want something?”
“Damn right I do.” I smirk at Trey.
He hands me the phone. “Put in whatever you want, butIam paying for it.”
I roll my eyes and take the phone, adding in a plain cheese pizza and fries.
“Nothing to drink?” he asks when he takes his phone back.
“Good point. Water, please.”
He does a few things on his phone, then says, “Says it’ll be here in thirty minutes, but I’m going to say that’s inaccurate.”
I huff a laugh, put my phone down, and rest my hands behind my head.
“You feeling better?” Trey asks, his tone soft.
“A little,” I admit. “Thank you for coming to save me.”
“Any time, Huds. That’s what friends are for.”
My chest aches at the word, and I can’t help myself. I roll back to face him.
“You still consider us friends?”
His brows furrow. “Of course I do. Don’t you?”
I shrug. “I mean, I guess. But… we’re different people now. How do we know we still like each other?”
“Well, for starters—” He turns toward me on his side, meeting my gaze. “We had fun together this weekend. Hanging out at the bar, the bookstore, the drive… I mean, until it got all apocalyptic out there.” I huff a laugh as he grins. The sight makes his blue eyes twinkle, and for a second I swear it feels like no time has passed at all. He twists his lips, dropping his gaze to the sliver of space between us before he speaks.
“Isn’t that enough for you? It’s enough for me.”
“Maybe notus. We’re different,” I admit.
