“The question is, what is it?” Cam leaned in after taking a sip of his gin and tonic. “Did you need sex advice or—”
“Please tell me you need sex advice,” Jordan interrupted.
Both Trevor’s and Cam’s eyes swiveled in his direction. “What?” he asked, a little self-consciously. “I’mnot having sex, so I gotta get my rocks off thinking about someone else having sex.”
“It’s not about sex,” Trevor said, before Jordan could derail them too far down the path of his apparently unfulfilled desires.
“So that’s going well, then?” Cam asked slyly.
No matter how well Trevor told them it was going, he was going to be understating it. Alot. So maybe better to not even go down that route.
“Really well,” Trevor said. “But the issue is . . . well, I don’t do a lot of relationships—just the one, actually, and the more that I think about how that one went, the more I think I didn’t know what I was doing. Or that I really even wanted it.”
Cam raised an eyebrow, and Jordan chimed in with a flat, “What?”
“Just—”
But Jordan didn’t let him get any more out. “Dude, your ex was hot and a cheerleader. So like . . .bendy.”
“How did you know—” Trevor broke off. Gave Jordan a hard look. “You need a different hobby, man.”
“Yeah, don’t get Jordo started on his love of bendy women,” Cam said dryly.
“Itoldyou,” Jordan retorted. “I think it’s more like an aesthetic appreciation, not like . . .”
“Not like you wanna actually rail them?” Trevor wondered.
Jordan rolled his eyes but nodded.
“She was just kind of . . . two-faced, I think. She didn’t really likeme. She liked that I was a good college football player and that I was going to end up in the NFL.”
“So she pushed you into getting together,” Cam stated.
“Yeah, kinda. I think. Anyway, I was only thinking about Sophie because of this whole thing going on with Lane.”
“Now we get to the good part,finally,” Jordan said.
“You’re thinking about getting into a relationship with Lane?” Cam asked.
Trevor winced. “What if I think we’re alreadykindain a relationship, but both of us are so bad at it we don’t know that’s what’s happening?”
“You’re fucked,” Jordan pronounced.
But Cam just reached over and smacked him across the chest with a palm. “Don’t listen to Jordan, he’s an idiot.”
“I’m not gonna disagree with that,” Trevor said, while Jordan squawked about all the ways he was currently—and probably justifiably—being roasted.
“I’m just saying,” Cam continued, “I’ve got a little experience with this.”
“Yeah?” Trevor couldn’t help how hopeful he sounded. He’d really hoped he could keep the current problem and its subsequent solving to the rookie group, and not have to branch out to say, Levi or Aidan. Nate would’ve been a no-brainer choice, but he also happened to be Lane’s best friend, which meant that he was off-limits. And every time Trevor thought about having a very serious relationship discussion with Aidan Flynn, he blacked out a little.
“Well, yeah. Dawson thought we were just fucking around for at least two months.” Cam’s expression turned sweet and tender. Lovestruck, really. “He’s an idiot.”
“How can you say that and look like that when you talk about him?” Jordan wondered.
“If you ever fall in love with a man, you’ll understand,” Cam said knowingly. “They can be the worst, the most thickheaded morons, and also thebest. Often at the exact same time.”
“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” Jordan muttered.
