Shane and Trey[ Enemies to Lovers 01 ] (4 page)

I checked the time on the radio alarm clock I’d set up next to the bed, and internally sighed—groaned. I had hours to kill before my date with Syd. What was I going to do? I didn’t really know anyone yet. I glanced at my shoe rack. I could go for a walk, check out the grounds. But we’d only just got back here and-

“You wanna watch a movie?” Trey asked, sliding off his bed. “I have over a hundred here.”

What? He wanted to actually spend time with me? I would’ve thought he’d have had better things to do. Like visiting my sister. Guess he really was trying tobe nice. I was soooo going to get June for writing that.

He opened a cabinet under the desk. “Come take a look.”

With reluctance and a splash of nerves, I knelt next to him. Trey reached out and grabbed a Tarantino film, his arm brushing against mine. Although the touch was accidental, a stupid thrill still ran through me. I gritted my teeth against the feeling and focused harder on the movies.

“You can watch these anytime. If you’re not sure what to see, I’ve written a review of each movie and tucked it inside.” He opened up the Kill Bill DVD case, and to the left was a neat little note with a set of stars rating it. For someone who apparently was a slob, he still liked his organization.

I scrolled down some more titles, then stopped, the biggest grin I’d had all day stretched my face. >
As Trey reddened, I latched onto the movie. “I want to read the review to this one.” I laughed. Trey lunged to rip it from me, but I was already on my feet, and trying to pry the thing open. In my haste, I couldn’t seem to do it.

“Give it back,” Trey said in a scary voice, but his anger and embarrassment spurred me on. I stepped away from him, and finally managed to open the dang case. I’d just started to read, when Trey tackled me. Unprepared for it, me, the DVD, and Trey went flying backwards; luckily his bed caught our fall. (Although if the bed hadn’t been there, Trey would’ve been just fine, and me?—probably out cold.)

Somehow, despite Trey’s crushing weight on me, I was still able to continue my belly laugh. Water blurred my vision and I had to blink rapidly to clear it.

Trey sat up, his knees either side of my waist, this thighs pinning me down. He leaned over to grab the DVD I held over my head. I tried stretching it as far from him as I could, but it was useless. He ripped it from my clutches. Actually, I might have let it go at that point, because as Trey leaned forward to take it, I ended up eye-level at his crotch.

Very quickly, I realized how fucking sexy this all was. I inhaled sharply. This guy had to get off me right now. There was no way I could handle what happened with Ryan to happen again. And I could already feel my dick begin to stir. I pressed my palms onto his thighs.His long, tight, hot thighs. Arghhh.“Get off. I can’t breathe.”

He sat back, and I prayed he wouldn’t notice. Then, keeping his intense dark eyes glued to mine he unprisoned me by moving one of his legs. Unfortunately, it dragged ever-so-lightly across my crotch—fuck me. I sat up into a hunched position, my feet off the bed and came in my pants.

If I wasn’t in damage control mode I would have bawled my eyes out. Why couldn’t I stop getting myself into embarrassing situations? And worst of all, I felt extremely guilty. I’d just jizzed at a light touch—from mysister’s boyfriend. My sister’s boyfriend!

With my back to Trey I took the opportunity to move to my side of the room. I grabbed my guitar—oh howye are my savior—and sat cross legged on my bed, hiding my predicament with my bright blue baby.

After sitting in my cum ten minutes longer than I’d have liked —Trey didn’t stop watching me play the guitar the whole time, which bugged me right out—I decided it would be safe to begin phase two of getting out of this, thismess. I reached over to my drawers and pulled out a towel, some pants and a t-shirt. “I’m gonna go shower,” I said without looking at him.

I dared to glance up at him—I had to make it sound realistic after all, and I had this weird fear if I didn’t meet his eye at least once, he’d justknow.

He smiled at me, and it arched over his face with a wicked edge making his eyes glitter dangerously. “Bit early for a shower, isn’t it. Your date’s not for hours.”

My mouth dropped open. I’d been pretty sneaky, and I hoped subtle, so was I just projecting more into that comment? Clutching my clothes and towel tighter in front of me, I managed a tight grin. “Well, I’m still all sweaty from the move. And I like to keep fresh.”

“Alright man.” And although he didn’t say it, I thought I detected a ‘whatever’ hanging from his partially opened lips.
Chapter Four

I CAME BACK from the shower dressed with my hair slightly wet. Trey lay sprawled over his bed, much the same way I’d left him. Only now he had a remote in hand. I glanced at his screen, but couldn’t tell what the movie was he’d paused.

“Dude, you took forever in there.” “Twenty minutes is hardly that long,” I said, rubbing mfthe towel over my head once more.

“Well it felt like ages.” Trey’s voice grew a slight edge of authority. “Now get over here and watch this movie with me.”

Oh, wait? We were still on for that movie? Dammit. Like I really needed anymore up close encounters with this guy. “Uhhh—”

Trey grabbed a pillow and chucked it at my head. “And hurry up.”

I complied. Mainly because I was too weak to do otherwise. Not to say no to Trey. But to say no to myself. I began dragging my desk chair to his side of the room.

“What the—seriously, man.” He patted the spot next to him on the bed. “It’s big enough for the both of us. Just get over here.”

I’d freaking just jizzed in my pants being on that bed with him. What screwed-up-ness was it that I willingly went back? My feet moved swiftly one after the other without any damn consideration of my feelings. Well okay, true, they were listening tosomeof my feelings, but only the ones waist down. This was a bad, bad idea.At least there’re plenty of pillows to cover up with—ha-ha.I grabbed a large one and sat down, but Trey—possibly thinking it was in my way?—took it from me and stuffed the rest of the pillows behind our backs.

I kept my eyes ahead, strong enough at least not to look at him. “What movie did you choose?”

 

Trey pressed play on the remote. “Die Hard, man. It’s a classic.”

I sniggered and turned it into a cough. Trey punched me lightly in the side. Well, it might have been lightly for him, for me it was borderline. “This is awesomeness and must be respected.”
I laughed again and shielded my side. But instead of another hit, Trey leaned toward me, his face straight, serious,angry. I shivered, countering his movement by arching my back. Then out of nowhere, he cracked a grin. “We need chips!”

He reached over me, his upper torso hovering over my lap, and opened one of his side drawers. I sat perfectly still, hyper aware of the heat radiating from his body. His t-shirt had ridden up a bit revealing his toned yumminess, and his jeans clung to his ass like they’d been sown onto him, the white waist band of his briefs ever-so-slightly making an appearance.

Trey threw a packet of crisps over his head onto the bed. As he pulled himself back, he paused at my upper arm. So like, his nose was about an inch from my armpit. Then he breathed in.Ah hel-lo?What the hell? Oh, and about ten thousand other questions.

“You smell all perfumey, man,” he said, moving away. “Didn’t pick you for the type.”

What on earth was he talking about? I lowered my head and sniffed.Ohhhhh.Warmth flooded my cheeks. I silently cursed my hasty leave before—not the leave itself, but the fact I’d forgotten to take my shower bag. “Uh, I didn’t have soap with me, so I pumped some from the dispensers. I don’t, uh, usually smell like this.”

“Dude,” Trey said, with an odd little smile, “you are so weird sometimes. You could have just come back for some.” Uh, no. No I couldn’t have. Trey flicked on the movie and it was onward with macho madness.

Half-way through things blowing up, side characters being killed off without a thought, heaps of grunting interspersed with the occasional witty line, and Trey trying to prove his manliness—I mean, I wasn’t stupid. Why else would he have chosen this movie after our Princess Bride moment? —Trey finally opened the chips. I’d been hoping he’d do it earlier, because Die Hard just wasn’t my thing and I was so bored. But at least now I could munch my way through the rest.

Trey chewed loudly, and often stuffed a stack into his mouth at once, spraying crumbs everywhere. I was so glad we were on his bed and not mine. Sleeping in crumbs was just —ugh.

I dug my hand in to the packet at the same time as Trey. Instead of pulling out, I continued fishing for a chip, making ss. ure to keep bumping his hand. Each touch of his skin sending a jolt through me.
Trey grabbed for some crisps as well and it almost became a fight to get out of the packet again. And all this was happening while both of us have our eyes rooted to the screen. For me it was pretense, but for Trey, well, he was so hooked on the movie, he probably hadn’t even noticed our hands.

Near the end of the movie (finally, yay), Trey took another handful of chips. Actually, it might have been the rest. But he balanced them poorly and one fell onto the bed between my legs. (I was sitting cross-legged). In a movement so fast it may as well have blurred, Trey stuffed the chips in his mouth and shoved his hand down the tiny triangle of space in my lap.

I sucked in a hard breath, holding it as Trey moved about trying to find his chip. I should have found it for him, or moved or something, but I’d frozen. There was only one muscle was able to move now, and I was doing my best to avoid that happening. Trey was still glued to the screen, like he had no real idea what he was doing. Just a voice in his head whispering for him to find the chip. That delicious crunchy chip.Fucking chip!

Finally he found it and came out, managing to brush his hand over my inner-thigh as he did. Bastard. I scowled, as he brought the chip to his mouth and began nibbling it. Nibbling it. Like fuuuuuuck, what was this guy doing to me? I would’ve stayed mad at him—haha, probably not actually —but he cracked a joke about the movie that really was funny, and suddenly we were both in hysterics. His deep rumbling urged my own to continue and, no kidding, we laughed our way through the last fifteen minutes of the movie.

As the credits rolled up, Trey rested a hand on my shoulder. I jumped a bit, and he squeezed, meeting my gaze directly. For the longest moment we stared at each other as if neither of us could think of anything to say, but were somehow okay with that. Well, it was weird. Nice. But, yeah, weird. “You look all happy,” Trey finally said, breaking the spell. “Guess it’s about time to get ready for that date of yours.”

Syd. Shoot! I sprung off his bed and checked the time. I had ten minutes before I was meant to meet him. I shrugged out of my t-shirt, quickly folded it, and slipped on a causal black shirt. Patting myself, I calculated what else I needed. I turned around, and Trey held my wallet out to me.

I shoved it in my pocket and found my keys, slipping those in behind my cell. “Right. I gotta run.”

Trey opened the door wide, but as I passed him, he stopped me, one hand curled around my wrist. His warm breath tickled my neck, and, in the lightest of whispers, he said, “Don’t sleep with him.”

***

Don’t sleep with him? I wanted to grip Trey’s shoulders and shake him for making my mind swirl in dangerous territory. If it wasn’t bad enough the guy turned me on, now I was analyzing. Which was truly and utterly ridiculous and I hated my mind for making up the stupid, unhelpful fantasies where those words meant well, that he was jealous.

Of course I knew they didn’t. Trey meant he didn’t want me bringing Syd back to our dorm room was all. Didn’t want to be confronted with two guys heavily making out as I opened the door. He just wanted some warning so he could get out of the way. And he didn’t want me to go there tonight—not the first night in a new room.

Okay, I sooohad to stop thinking about this right now. This was my date with Syd, my first date with any guy in fact, and I was determined to enjoy it.

“I hope you like chocolate,” Syd said, shutting the car door. I fixed a frown on my face and stared at him. “Who doesn’t like chocolate?”

 

He chuckled. “Two of my three sisters, actually.”

Meeting me on my side of the car, he grabbed my hand, and pulled me up to him. His green eyes, bright, even though we stood indin a poorly lit parking lot, stared into my own.

I broke the contact, although I wasn’t sure why, perhaps it’d felt too intense on an empty stomach? “Are you the only boy in the family?” I asked stepping around him.

“Yup.” He threaded his fingers through his hair. “Well, not including Dad, but—” Syd stopped and I watched his Adam’s apple jut out as he swallowed. He shook his head ever-so-slightly, perhaps it was a shudder, and then marched toward the restaurant.

His reaction made me curious, but I didn’t know him well enough yet to ask.

Inside the smell of chocolate assailed me, taking me back to my seven year old self when Mom took June and I for a chocolate and candy factory tour after she’d told us her and Dad had split. I didn’t really understand what that meant back then, I just remember feeling really excited about seeing a chocolate waterfall.

Syd’s voice brought me back to the present. “Whenever I come here I think of raspberries.” He sniffed the air. “Melted chocolate really does smell like them.” I inhaled deeply. “I might detect a hint of that.” (But only a small one)

Because it was busy, there wasn’t much choice where to sit. Finally we secured a little table next to a large window. With it being dark outside and light inside, the window created a mirror effect, and it distracted me somewhat having my reflection sitting next to me. I tried (and failed) not to look at it.

Syd flicked open a menu. “Mmmm. Death by Chocolate.” I checked out the list of desserts and Death by Chocolate did sound the best.

 

“Let’s get the option for two, then, shall we?” Syd waited for my reaction.

One plate, two forks? Yeah, I could handle that. Okay, that would be fine. Probably. I mean, it was just—I glanced around the restaurant—“Won’t people notice we’re, you know,” I leaned forward and whispered, “on a date?” After saying it, and seeing Syd’s face drop, I felt like an idiot. I mean, who cared right? Okay, well yeah,Icared a bit, but I didn’t want to.