Shane and Trey[ Enemies to Lovers 01 ] Read Free Page B

you smile like that,” he said, suspicion soaking his tone. “There’s got to be a reason for it.”
I calmed myself. It was totally possible he was dropping the books off for his brother, who—actually now I thought about it, I didn’t know anything about. I knew he had one, but was he twelve? Fourteen? Sixteen? “How old is your brother?”
“Where did that come from?” Trey shook his head. “He’s twenty-three.”
    I let loose a bout of laughter. I slowed the car down until it was all out, and forced myself not to imagine giant Trey reading the books. I’d read them all myself, there was nothing wrong with it. It was just—the image was too cute. “Hey, you’re not a vegetarian are you?”
“What the fuck? Now you’re making me laugh.” I waved a hand toward the books. “I just thought anything was possible.”
    I glanced at Trey. He’d actually gone red and lowered the stack to the floor. I smiled internally. Was June right? Was Trey really just a sweet guy? No. He couldn’t be—I’d seen the real him, and it was bullying.
    As we continued into town our chatting became more and more easy, making my nervousness earlier seem ridiculous. I was still—and would still be—cautious of the guy, but maybe, just maybe things would be okay. * * *
    In the library parking lot we clambered out of the car. Trey walked around to my side, leaning on the back door whileI grabbed his books. Which meant leaning over the seat to grab them off the floor. As I brought them up something grazed my ass. The soft touch sent butterflies to my stomach. My breath caught, and I slowly pulled out of the car.
    Trey stood exactly as I’d last seen him, only his face was now completely blank, and I couldn’t make out any emotion, except perhaps boredom. I scanned the area. Surprised as it made me, I’d really thought it’d been Trey. But now I wasn’t so sure. Maybe—could it have been a bird or something?
    “Hey did you…” see a bird land on my sweet tushie? Seriously, hadn’t I said enough weird stuff today? “Uh… never mind.” Anyway, it was more likely I’d imagined it.
    Trey swung his shoulder bag in front of him and fiddled with the buckle. Without looking at me, he spoke. “Look I’ve got to run, man. Thanks for the ride, yeah?”
    “Sure.” I guess. I watched him stride across the parking lot. More specificy dally, I stared at his ass. Guilt at checking out my sister’s boyfriend sent heat rushing to my face, but it didn’t stop the blood from rushing to my dick. The image of me lapping up his sweet scent came back to me, and I was on the verge of jizzing in my pants.
Fuck. The world really could be cruel. Chapter Three
    I FLATTENED THE boxes and rested the cardboard against the wall by the door. At last the move was all done. I looked over the almost symmetrical room with its two beds against the walls, the dresser and the desk in the corners, and the side tables next to the beds. The only furniture difference was Trey’s bed, which was longer and slightly wider. Oh, andcoveredwith pillows. Big fat plump ones, taking up half the bed space and demanding to be pounced on.
    I ignored the urge and jumped on my own one-pillowed bed. But even though I was unpacked and alone, I wasn’t able to relax—hadn’t been able to all day. Strike that. I hadn’t been able to since talking with Trey a few weeks back. It didn’t help he’d taken to coming over to our house more often during that time too, always finding an excuse to chat with me. My mind continuously wandered between fear and curiosity at what it’d be like living with him. Although with each subsequent conversation I did find myself fearing him maybe a fraction less?
    A crazy part of me, though, hoped the living would be unpleasant. I mean, I didn’t want him messing me up or anything, I just…I wanted to lose this sort-of interest I had in him. Ah, yeah, because I was having some fucked up transition from Ryan. Hmmm. Well it was working in