“Why? What does it matter? From the sound of it, y’all both moved on. That washerin your bed when I called, wasn’t it?”
“She wasn’tinmy bed,” he countered. “She came into my room to make sure everything was okay after she heard the phone.”
“I bet you made it okay after that.”
Magnus huffed. Arguing with Trey was like hitting a brick wall and expecting to win without busting some knuckles. “Ava cares about you, Trey.”
Trey turned to face him. “But not you?”
“Of course I do, but you’ve already told me where I stand.”
Trey’s eyes moved over his face, and Magnus willed the man to say something that would tilt the world back on its axis. Because without Trey in his life, Magnus was floundering.
“You’re right,” Trey said through gritted teeth. “And you’ve told me whereIstand.”
When Trey reached for the doorknob again, Magnus lunged for him. He didn’t intend to, but he couldn’t help himself. “Goddammit, Trey! You’re not walking away from me this time.”
Magnus spun him around, slammed Trey against the door, and kissed him. Trey didn’t kiss him back. Not at first. Probably because he was stunned, but Magnus didn’t back down. He stepped in closer, gripped Trey’s hair, letting his lips hover over Trey’s as he dragged in deep lungfuls of air, breathing him in, light-headed from the kiss and the rush he always felt when he was with Trey.
“Jesus fuck,” Trey growled, grabbing Magnus by the hair and dragging him back, stalking him across the room.
Magnus stumbled backward until he hit the opposite wall, then accepted Trey’s weight as their mouths crashed together. And just like every other time Trey had kissed him, Magnus felt the sensation through his entire body. But rather than let Trey use him as he had so many times before, Magnus gripped him by the shirt and held him close, refusing to let him go.
Trey was the one to pull back first, pressing his forehead to Magnus’s as they both fought to catch their breath.
Time stood still as they remained like that, Trey’s hand fisted in Magnus’s hair as though he wasn’t willing to let him go. Magnus kept a firm grip on Trey’s shirt because hewasn’twilling, and he needed Trey to know that.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” Trey whispered.
Magnus didn’t need him to explain. He knew Trey was referring to the three of them.
“And I don’t know if I can’t,” he countered. “I’ve never wanted a man as much as I want you.”
When Trey tried to step back, Magnus held tight.
“You can deny it all day, but we both know this isn’t a one-and-done thing, Trey, no matter how many times you try to pretend it’s the last time.”
Trey’s gaze met his, his eyes shifting back and forth. “But you still want her?”
“Yes.” Magnus lowered his voice to a whisper and confessed once and for all. “I love her, Trey. The same way I love you.”
Trey exhaled heavily, his eyes darting away as he tried to pull back.
“Tell me you don’t care about her,” Magnus snapped, jerking on his shirt before releasing it.
“Of course I do!” Trey hissed.
“And when she kissed you?”
Trey’s gaze slammed into his face, a crease marring his forehead.
“Did you feel something?”
“I don’t know.”
“The fuck you don’t.” Magnus was so fucking tired of Trey’s avoidance tactics. “Either you felt something or you didn’t.”
Trey’s jaw bunched again. “Yeah. I felt something.”
