Enjoying the way Lane’s gaze snagged on his bare chest and then sank lower, to his abs.
“Obviously you did.” Lane huffed out a frustrated breath.
“You don’t want to talk about it.” Trevor didn’t ask, because it was painfully obvious. He just didn’t knowwhy. Had some theories, sure, but it was another thing entirely toknow.
“No shit,” Lane mumbled. He finished stripping down and flipped the shower on. Like showering was going to stop Trevor from asking.
And it wasn’t. Trevor felt like he was finally on the precipice of getting some answers, even though he hadn’t realized that initial question was going to be the cause. He wasn’t going to leave it alone now, even though he understood he was going to need tostep delicately around this, because Lane was obviously freaking out.
But maybe if Lane got in the shower and they weren’t actually looking at each other, with a pane of fogged-up glass between them, it would be easier.
“So,” Trevor said, leaning back against the counter as Lane got into the shower and ducked his head under the spray, “you’ve liked me for awhile, yeah?”
It was impossible to miss the spluttering noise as Lane apparently sucked in water. But after that telltale noise there was nothing. Nothing for so long, Trevor almost thought he’d been wrong.
Finally, though, Lane spoke up. “Why do you think that?”
There were a couple of reasons, but it was more than that, too. A feeling, suddenly insistent, growing in the back of his mind. Because of the reasons, sure, but also what they all added up to.
“You said you liked me the most,” Trevor said. “And you said it was weird, and that made me think you’d liked me before we ever had sex. It wouldn’t be weird if you liked meafterwe had sex.”
More silence.
Trevor licked his dry lips. Worried he was pushing too hard, but heneededto know. “Did you drown in there?” he asked, trying for levity.
The shower shut off, which Trevor supposed was his answer.
“No,” Lane said flatly as he opened the door and grabbed his towel.
Trevor had just gotten off, in averysatisfactory manner, but it was impossible to be faced with a naked, wet Lane and not feel some type of way about it.
“Lane—” Trevor tried again as Lane dried off, then wrapped the towel around his waist.
“Do we have to talk about this?” Lane asked impatiently.
Shoving a hand through his wet hair, Lane headed into his attached closet. Trevor followed, because he was sure now, by the very fact that Lanedidn’twant to talk about it, that he was right.
“Yes,” Trevor said, standing in the doorway. Lane sighed, pulled his towel off and pulled on a pair of shorts.
Ones that Trevor knew he slept in, because they’d been sharing the same bed now for almost a week.
Lane had never kicked him out. Lane had never said a word, justlethim.
“You’re annoying,” Lane blustered.
But Trevor was beginning to see the truth. “You don’t really think that.”
Lane opened his mouth like he was going to insist he did, but then he snapped it shut again.
“Exactly,” Trevor said. “Just fucking talk to me, okay?”
Lane looked like he wanted to leave the closet, but Trevor shifted so he was right in the middle of the doorway. Could Lane muscle him out of the way? Sure. Probably not easily, but hecoulddo it.
Instead, he just shot Trevor a look that said,are you fucking kidding me? And sighed, resigned.
“Fine, fine. You wanna hear about it? I like you. I’velikedyou. That make you happy?”
“Actually, yes,” Trevor said, grinning. “Was that so hard?”
