Page 158 of Trust Me Always

“You good?”

I jump out of my skin when a second person makes themselves known, whipping around and narrowing my eyes on a different man.

Brady’s brow jumps, and he speaks a slow, slightly fearful—as it should be—“What?”

I open my mouth, knowing what comes out is going to hurt someone’s feelings, probably my own, because what the actual fuck?

But before I can say a word, a figure appears over his shoulder, and my eyes slide that way.

They freeze there, and my heart gives a little nostalgic thump. Ever so slowly, I feel my smile stretch.

The third man to step into the room smiles back, arms opening wide in invitation.

“Trey.”

Brady

She did not just say what I think she did.

I want to turn around and see if my subconscious is conjuring some sort of fuckery, but I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from the girl in front of me, not when she’s smiling like that—with her wholebody. Her eyes are the brightest of blues, her cheeks stretched high and tinted a pretty pink. Her shoulders have gone lax.

She’s happy to see him.

Her bare feet carry her past me, my pulse pounding harder every step she takes. She moves into his open arms, and the moment his close around her, lifting her off her feet the way I like to, a fire lights in the pit of my stomach.

It burns, a physical heat that scalds all the way up and into my throat, demanding I say something because who the hell does he think he is, holding someone else’s girl like that?

She was his first, a voice in my head screams, but I strangle it the way I’m imagining strangling him.

And, man, that’s unfortunate, because I really like the guy. I got to know him my first year at AU, back when he was the talk of our defense.

It used to be his name the broadcasters said when they wanted to talk about the magic of the Sharks’ defense.

It’s mine now.

Just like she is.

Fuck.

My eyes finally leave the back of her head, shifting to look at Trey.

I forgot what a big fucker he is, and he only looks stronger than the last time I saw him.

Finally, he lets her go, and satisfaction serves as a bucket of water for the burning sensation in my gut when she takes a few small steps back.

Distance. Yes. That’s good.

He smiles at her, and I’m reminded Alister is here when he appears beside me.

Trey grins at Cameron. “Why do I get the feeling you’re not surprised I’m here?”

Yeah, why?

A frown falls over my face.

“Ari might have given me a little warning,” Cameron admits.

“A warning, huh?” He smirks. “Do you think you needed one, or was she just being her sweet little self.”

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