Page 49 of My Cowboy Trouble
"Gavin," Trent warns, but he's moving into the kitchen, and I notice he's not exactly soft in those sweatpants either.
"What? We're all thinking it." Gavin takes another bite of pie. "We're all remembering how she sounds when she?—"
I grab the pie and take a huge bite so I don’t have to say anything.
"There's real food in the fridge if you're actually hungry," Trent says, his eyes tracking the fork I lick it clean.
"I'm fine," I saw after I swallow.
"You sure?" He steps closer, and suddenly the kitchen feels very small. "Because you look... hungry."
The way he says it makes it clear we're not talking about food.
"I'm not hungry," I insist, but my voice comes out breathy.
"Thirsty, then?" Asher suggests, and Gavin snorts.
"Very mature."
"Not trying to be mature," Gavin says. "Trying to seduce you back into bed."
"All of you?"
"All of us," Trent confirms, and the certainty in his voice makes my knees weak. "If you want."
"This is insane. We can't just... every night..."
"Why not?" Asher asks. "What's stopping us?"
"Reality? The fact that I'm leaving? Basic common sense?"
"Fuck reality," Gavin says. "Fuck the timeline. And common sense is overrated."
"You would say that."
"He's not wrong though," Trent says quietly. "Twenty-two more days of this... or twenty-two days of pretending we don't want this. Which sounds better?"
I look at them—Gavin with his cocky grin, Asher with that calculating heat in his eyes, and Trent with his barely controlled intensity, and know I'm fighting a losing battle.
"I need to think," I say.
"Don't think," Trent says, stepping closer. "Just feel."
I roll my eyes. "Don't mock me. Besides, you told me last night you don't know how to just feel."
"You taught me." His hand comes up to cup my face. "Maybe we can teach each other things."
"This is going to end badly."
"Everything ends," Asher says. "Doesn't mean it's not worth doing."
"That's terrible logic."
"The best things usually are," Gavin adds.
I look at all three of them, feeling like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff. "I should go to bed."
"Yes," Trent agrees. "You should."
