Page 2 of Trust Again

My cheeks felt hot. “Not that my sexual orientation should matter, but just because I don’t want to hang out with you doesn’t mean I’m gay,” I hissed and pushed past him. Faster than I thought possible with this heavy bag, I fled outside.

Brisk February air filled my lungs. It was still pretty cold; I exhaled a little cloud of steam. Wrapping my scarf around my neck, I considered my options.

I couldn’t go back to the dorm. My roommate, Sawyer, was entertaining yet another guy, and I’d seen enough of her sexual conquests already. She was one of the reasons I’d invested in such expensive headphones.

Now the Patriot Coffee Shop was off-limits. As long as that creep was still hanging out here, wild horses couldn’t drag me back.

The school library was an option. But not for this project. Too many people passing by who might glance at the screen.

Digging into my pockets, I touched something cold and metallic. Yes! The cloud hanging over me began to disappear.

About two months ago, my best friend, Allie, moved into her new apartment, and she’d given me her spare key. Partly because I was the official surrogate mother to her cat, Spidey, and partly because Allie was well aware of Sawyer’s active social life. She’d said I could come by any time I was locked out of my place. So far I hadn’t taken advantage of her hospitality, but today I was out of other options.

She didn’t answer my call, so I sent her a quick text about my plan to come over.

Allie lived with her boyfriend, Kaden, in a charming part of town near a little park. It was only about 15 minutes from campus. They had a great view of Mount Wilson and the surrounding valley.

A year ago I’d have sworn that Portland was the best place on Earth to live. But now the place was bound up with memories that I’d give anything to forget.

I opened the door to Allie’s building and climbed the stairs to the second story. By now I knew the tricks and quirks of her place like the back of my hand. You always had to lift the door handle up a bit and then push the front door open. No sooner did I set foot in her hall, than Spidey trotted over to greet me.

“Hello?” I called out.

Silence, except for Spidey’s gentle purr as he brushed past my legs. Gently, I bent down to run my hand over his tiger-striped fur and smiled. Lifting my bag back onto my shoulder, I headed for the living room sofa, ready to get to work.

But what happened next was worse than any worst-case scenario on my radar for today.

Penis.

It was the first thing that met the eye.

A large penis, obviously ready for duty. Tearing my eyes away, I looked up at Kaden, who returned my gaze with an open mouth. The seconds ticked away, and I swear I didn’t want to look—but come on, he was naked. And my eyes just did what they wanted. Too late, I shut them tightly.

If only I could disappear.

“Kaden?” my best friend’s voice called out from the bedroom.

That was probably my cue.

I spun on my heels, stumbling over Spidey of course, because my eyes were still squeezed shut, and ran out of the apartment. Kaden called after me. My steps echoed again in the stairwell; the heels of my ankle boots clattering against the polished granite. I reached the landing, then turned to go down the next flight of stairs, when boom! I slammed full force into someone.

The shock took me aback. A sharp pain shot through my face. My hand fluttered up to my nose. I staggered backward, flailing for support. There! I grabbed onto the guy with my other hand. But instead of catching me, he yelled out and stumbled just as much as I had. He twisted us as we fell, managing to ensure he wouldn’t fall on me.

Ow! My nose must be broken. And my knee. And maybe a couple of ribs, too.

“I’ve been wanting you to fall into my arms for a while now, but I didn’t mean it literally,” his voice came from under me, and I caught my breath. With one arm I brushed my tangled red hair from my face.

Radiant, dark blue eyes met my gaze.

Their amused, mischievous sparkle was more than familiar. Likewise the velvety voice, the upturned corners of the mouth, and the unruly black hair, which mostly did what it wanted.

Spencer.

I’d landed on my best-worst nightmare. This was the only guy who’d made me question my self-imposed celibacy since my breakup.

“I think my nose is broken,” I moaned.

His hand moved from my hip to my face and gently touched the aforementioned body part.

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