Page 14 of Simply Perfection
Trevor faced his friend and smiled. “I’ll have you know that not everything on me is small.”
“You’re a little flirt. I never knew that about you. In the lab, you always seem so shy and quiet.”
Trevor shrugged. “Well, it’s not like I’m going to run up and down the halls telling all the boys to come and get it. Besides, you said we were friends, that I could trust you.”
Logan walked up to Trevor and took him in his arms. “You can trust me.” He let go and stepped back. He straddled the bench between the rows of lockers. “After things calmed down last night, I remembered you had ridden with Matt and me to the hospital. How did you get home? Please don’t tell me you took the ‘T’ again.”
Trevor slid his wallet into his back pocket and strapped on his watch. “I had planned on it, but then Matt offered to take me for a coffee. He drove me home.”
Logan smiled. “He did, huh? How was the coffee?”
“It was good.” He turned in circles until he found his coat still hanging in his locker.
“And how was the kiss?”
“It was—” Trevor quickly looked over at Logan’s smug face. “How in the hell…”
Logan rolled his eyes. “Please. The building nearly caught fire when the two of you shook hands. So you’re going out with Matt tonight?”
Trevor leaned back against the locker to the left of Logan. “Is that weird for you?”
“No. Matt’s my friend as much as he’s my psychiatrist. I want to see him happy, and I’ve gotten the feeling lately that whoever he was seeing didn’t do that. Plus, I trust Matt not to break confidentiality about our sessions.”
“He’s seeing a guy?”
“He was. If he asked you out, then he must have broken it off. Matt’s not the kind to have a piece on the side. Where are you going?”
“I’m supposed to meet him at The Stave Room.” He glanced at his watch. “I’d better go.” “I’ll give you a ride.”
“No worries. I’m sure you want to get back to Clay, and—”
Logan growled, “Trevor.”
He ducked his head, and heat infused his cheeks. “Thank you, Logan. I’d appreciate that.”
“Good. Let’s get you to your date.”
Trevor entered the restaurant and looked around for Matt. His eyes landed on a stunningly beautiful man with black hair that flowed around his shoulders and dark fathomless eyes that seemed to stare right into Trevor’s soul. Trevor took a step back, right into a large man behind him. The man cursed and gave Trevor a little push forward. He spun around and held up his hands. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you.”
“Just watch where you’re going next time,” the man snarled as he led his date up to the bar.
Gee, what a nice guy.
“Asshole,” Trevor said under his breath.
“Trevor?”
He did a one-eighty and found Matt right in front of him. His gaze landed on Matt’s lips, and Trevor’s blood got a little warmer at the memory of their kiss last night. “Hi.”
“Everything okay?”
He waved the rude guy off. “Oh sure. Just some local riffraff.” Matt looked over at the bar and his eyes narrowed.
Trevor placed his hand on Matt's biceps. “Let it go, Matt. It was nothing. I promise.”
“All right.” Matt leaned down and whispered in Trevor’s ear, “You look very sexy.” He placed his hand on the small of Trevor’s back. “We have a table over here.”
Mat led Trevor into the club. There was a long red tufted bench with cocktail tables efficiently spaced in a row. A single red chair sat opposite the table, and pendant lights in a grid across the ceiling emitted an orange glow. Trevor turned his head towardthe stage as the nightly jazz band played. He loved jazz music. It reminded him of the clubs he saw in all the old movies, where men and women would get dressed up in their best to go out to listen to music. Maybe have a dance or two as a saxophone wailed a mournful tune. Trevor let himself get lost in the music for a moment. Matt led him by the hand toward their table, and Trevor trusted Matt to steer him in the right direction.
