Page 128 of Bones
“Awww, you say that like you wouldn’t miss me,” he teased.
“I wouldn’t,” I lied.
He laughed. “You think I can’t tell when you’re lying by now?”
I flashed a rude hand signal behind me without turning to look at him and he laughed again.
"Sorry, darlin', you're stuck with me."
My stupid heart did a little skip at “darlin.”
“Cause first you kissed me and then, even worse, I heard youlaugh.An’ I knew I wouldn’t be able to rest until I heard it again.”
Thank the gods he walked behind me so he couldn’t see the ridiculous fucking smile that managed to creep across my face. “Don’t hold your breath.”
“Don’t worry,” he said lightly, “I’m a very patient man.”
He was more patient than anyone I’d ever met. Far more patient than I deserved.
“So do you want to join a different hold or a gang? Or are you hoping to just lone wolf with me, your lovable sidekick?”
My smile grew so wide that it hurt my cheeks. “Doesn’t havin’ a sidekick defeat the purpose of a lone wolf?”
"You can define 'lone wolf' however you want, darlin'."
Gods, every time he called me that, my heart jolted in a way that made me feel warm down to my toes. I thought back to his original question, trying to figure out a somewhat honest answer as I trudged through the snow.
“I dunno,” I finally said. “I just want to be in charge of my own life for once. I want to heal people without hurtin’ them and I want to keephimaway from the Vault.”
In the silence, the crunch of our snowshoes in the snow sounded loud. “Those are all things I’d feel good about fightin’ for.”
I opened my mouth, but he beat me to it.
“And don’t say I don’t have to.”
I turned around to glare at him, but he just laughed.
“I know I don’t have to. I want to,” he said. “You’re worth fighting for, Bones.”
Gods. I wasn’t sure when it happened, but my feelings for him hadn’t been lying dormant. They’d moved on to my defenses, viny tendrils working their way through the cracks, and now as they grew again, my walls crumbled down. I didn’t know what to say, so I just kept walking. Trey let me walk in silence for maybe ten minutes before he started talking again.
“What’s your favorite color?” he asked.
I glanced back at him again, confused. “Why the fuck do you want to know that?”
“This is called getting to know each other better, Bones,” he teased.
“I don’t have one,” I said.
“Oh come on, everybody has a favorite color.”
I sighed and searched my mind, immediately thinking of the warm brown of his eyes, but I wasn’t going to say that. “Yellow, I guess.”
“What kinda yellow?” he pushed.
“What the hell do you mean what kinda yellow?” I twisted to glare at him.
He grinned. “There’s a shit ton of yellows, Bones. You gotta be more specific.”
