Plus, there were the appreciative looks Lane gave him as he moved around the kitchen, making dinner for them.
They’d just finished eating when Lane glanced over at him, and instead of gathering up the dishes, said, “That was not what I expected.”
He had a cautious, uncertain tone.
Trevor told himself not to freak out. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,God, we were fighting not even ten minutes before that.”
“A little, yeah.” Trevor still thought Lane was wrong. He wasn’t going to change his mind about that, not anytime soon.
“But you still wanted me. And you trusted me enough to do . . . well, to do that.”
Trevor wanted to make fun of Lane for referring to fucking him asthat. But he wasn’t going to, because Lane already looked so uneasy.
“Yeah, of course I did. We’re not always going to agree about everything,” Trevor said. “Just because we don’t agree and we bitch about that, doesn’t mean I don’t like you or I don’t want to.”That’s kind of what a relationship is,he wanted to say, but he barely swallowed those words back, too.
Trevor had only been in one of those, before this, and it hadn’t exactly been a huge success. Who was he to define it for Lane? Not that, to his knowledge, Lane knew anything about relationships either.
“Huh,” Lane said, thinking about what Trevor had said. What he’d actually said, of course, not the things hehadn’tsaid. Which only made Trevor think about them more.
“Do you like me less because I brought up the video stuff to Aidan?” Trevor only asked the question because he knew the answer. Feltconfidentabout the answer.
If he hadn’t been that sure, he couldn’t have ever asked like this; he’d have been a wreck, worrying about Lane telling him something he didn’t want to hear.
And on cue, Lane looked downright shocked. Like he’d never even imagined that. “No,” he said vehemently.
“Then, I don’t get it,” Trevor said.
The corner of Lane’s lips quirked up. “I guess . . . I didn’t think about it, really?”
“No, you didn’t,” Trevor said.
The more they got into this, the more he was realizing they really did need to have an honest conversation about it, at some point. How? Trevor really wasn’t sure.
But he did haveoneidea. While Lane was cleaning up the kitchen, Trevor pulled out his phone and opened the group chat between him, Cam, and Jordan.
911,he sent.Who can meet tomorrow after practice?
Less than five minutes later, they had plans to meet up at Vault tomorrow night.
They would know what to do.
Well,Camprobably would. Jordan would probably be less than zero help, but he could bring his wallet and take care of buying the drinks.
Chapter 11
“So,what’sthisemergency?”Jordan asked as they settled into one of the corner booths at Vault.
It was already the third time Jordan had asked him today, and Trevor just laughed at him.
“I’m serious,” Jordan insisted, “you’ve been seriously fucking cagey and it’s freaking me out.”
Cam rolled his eyes affectionately. “Do you think if something was actually wrong, Trev would wait to call a meeting with drinks about it?”
“Yeah, we’re not you,” Trevor teased, but Jordan just made a face.
“See if I help you out again,” Jordan argued, but it was a weak argument. Everyone knew, especially if there was something to be curious about, that Jordan wasn’t just going to pass up on the opportunity to hear something juicy.
