Page 133 of Wrecking Us
Trey’s eyes widen, his mouth dropping open. “Really? Okay. Yeah… uh…” He looks around. “I think we can go back there.”
“Lead the way.” I gesture for him to go.
“I still want to know what’s going on!” Jordan calls out after us.
I follow Trey out of the main reception area and into a darkened hallway. He turns into a room, and I go in there after him.
It’s another event room, this one bigger than the one we’re in. Thankfully, it’s empty and doesn’t look like anyone is expected to be here.
“Okay, what, Trey?”
“I told Alex and Mandy.”
“Yeah, okay? And?”
“And? Isn’t that what you wanted?” His eyebrows furrow as he narrows his gaze at me.
“Are you kidding?”
He frowns, but then shakes his head. “Okay, you’re right. No. I’m not doing this right.” He shifts his feet, coming closer to me. “I’m sorry, okay? For everything. For hiding us, for letting the lie about Mandy go on, for not telling our friends sooner. I’m sorry for all of it. I know I fucked up. I know I let my own insecurities get in the way, and all I can do is tell you I’m sorry, I’ll do better, and beg you to give me the chance to make it up to you.” His gaze holds mine in challenge and in earnest.
“Trey—”
“But I also need you to acknowledge that you aren’t perfect either, okay? I don’t think you think that, but sometimes you act like it. I mean, I told you I loved you how many times? And all you did was brush over it like it wasn’t important. You didn’t—”
“Do you think that I don’t love you, Trey?” I blurt. His eyes go wide. “Do you think I’d be this pissed off and hurt if I didn’t love you? Did you think, for even a second, that saying that to you could be hard for me? You, of all people, should have known that it wouldn’t be an easy thing for me. And I’m not saying you didn’t give me the space, because you did, but don’t go throwing that in my facenow.”
“I… I’m sorry,” he says. Then he steps even closer, and I get a whiff of his cologne that smells so good. His large hand settles on my hip. He leans his face down, his voice full of awe. “You love me?” he smirks.
I groan, shoving him away. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” Now he’s grinning, his hand on my hip heating me through my shirt.
“Put on your charm to make us stop fighting.” His brows raise. “I’m serious, we need to talk about this.”
Sighing, he puts up his hands. “Okay, you’re right. There is… one other thing I need to say.” He pauses, taking a deep breath before saying, “I know I’m not perfect and I might not always do or say the right thing.” I close my eyes to take a breath and openthem to see the glimmer of determination in his eyes. “But one thing I do know for sure is that I want this.” He settles his hand on my neck carefully, tilting my chin up to look at him. “I want you, Huds. And I might not know what the future holds, but I know I want you in it.”
Silence falls between us as I consider his words.
“Are you done?” I ask, my throat getting all tight as he looks at me.
He nods. “Yes.” He clears his throat, running his thumb along my jaw before he drops it. “I said everything I wanted to say. I’d say it all again in different words, but I don’t think it will matter how I say it.”
“It won’t.”
“Then say your piece so we can move on from this.”
I let out a heavy sigh as I shake my head.
“What makes you think I want to?” I say, holding his gaze. “Why are you so confident about us now? Why not then? What’s changed?
“Because now you love me,” he says, his voice warm and smooth, his lips turning up into a stupid grin.
“Trey,” I warn as he closes the space between us, his lips inches from mine.
“Okay, fine,” he groans. “Go on.”
I stare at him, expecting him to lean in to kiss me, but his eyes widen again, this time impatiently, and I realize how much I want to kiss him. How much I really do love him.
