“What does that even mean?”
I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “I haven’t had any interest in sex since leaving college, and I’m convinced I only did then because I was drunk half the time and everyone else was doing it. I did a lot of things to fit in then, and that was one of them. But since leaving college? I haven’t been interested in anyone. Not until now. I think that’s because I’m comfortable with you.” He says nothing, so I continue. “Look, if you regret it and want to for—”
“No, that’s not it. I don’t regret it.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair again. “It was hot as fuck, if I’m being honest. It was just…” He licks his kiss-swollen lips, dropping his hand to his lap. “It was my first time with a guy, and I need a minute to process this, okay?”
“Got it,” I say, settling into bed and pulling the blankets up.
“Are we supposed to cuddle or something?” he asks after a long moment. I hear the humor in his tone.
I look at him over my shoulder. “Only if you want to.”
He looks at me curiously.
“Do… you?” He clears his throat. “Want to, I mean?”
He’s trying to play cool, maybe even be a little aloof. I don’t think I’ve ever cuddled after sex before.
“Sure,” I say, resting my head against the pillow and closing my eyes. I’m already falling asleep when I feel Trey’s arm come around my waist.
Chapter Fifteen
Trey
“Where do they have you headed this time?” Mandy asks, taking a sip of her champagne.
I absentmindedly stir my Manhattan, which she’d pawned off on me because she said the bartender doesn’t know what he’s doing. It’s not my go-to drink, but I can’t complain. A free drink is a free drink, and it’s not that bad. She’s just picky.
Well, pickier than usual, but that’s a given at these stupid fuckingretreatsthat they send us on twice a year.
“Actually, the boss has me headed to Minnesota for a convention.”
Mandy groans. “Fuck, Ihatecons. They are full of Lookie-Lou’s and sleazy promoters.”
I laugh. “Yes, well, it’s networking, Mandy. The whole point is to engagepotentialteams and clients.”
She waves me off. “Nutri-Go needs engagement. Power Play doesn’t do that shit.”
“No, they just send you to swanky retreats like this one to roast their best competitors.”
She shoves me.
“Who said you were the best?” she says slyly.
“You know what, you’re cut off. No more champagne for you.”
I grab her flute and she laughs.
“Asshole.” She grabs the glass from me, and I don’t fight her one bit.
“Brat,” I say with a laugh of my own. She gives me a knowing glare. “What?”
She sips her drink. “Nothing. You just seem… different.”
I furrow my eyebrows. “Pretty sure I’m still the same old Trey Kelly who’s been selling sunshine outside of Satan’s butthole for the last damn near decade.”
She rolls her eyes. “Uh huh. I’m just saying you seem… less… whiny.”
“Whiny?” I say as I reach for her glass again and she pulls it out of my reach, giggling.
