Page 14 of The Trust
“Sólo pregúntame.”
Just ask me.
I shouldn’t be glad that I take up both roles for him. I know that I should help encourage him to figure out a different way. To confide in others as much as he does me.
But honestly?
I’d be everything he’d ever want. All he had to do was say so.
“Okay …” He blows out a breath. “What kind of relationship would my best-friend Jordan say that my boyfriend Jordan wanted?”
I blink.
“What?”
“I mean, conventional?Unconventional? We’re already exclusive, I know that, but … are we talking white picket fencesand ten kids? Or like an island somewhere? Maybe a nudist colony ...”
He starts rambling and my chest clenches painfully at the uncertainty he’s emitting.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Vida.” I cup his jaw with my free hand and pull his face to mine. Stare into his brilliant green-blue eyes. Ghost my lips over the corner of his when he finally focuses on me. “Wherever you are.That’smy happy ending.”
His eyes soften.
“You’re my best friend. You have to say that.”
“Fine, then—”
My alarm blares from my phone on the nightstand and I silence it with a curse.
This whole working two jobs, being split between wanting to be here with Mac and needing to protect him, while also needing to be there for my gym is getting fucking old.
I feel like I keep losing time with him.
I’ve already lost too much.
“Baby, it’s okay,” Mac mutters and fingers the device from my grip. “I called Lemon this morning. He’s gonna open up.”
“I …” I blink at him, my brows pinched. “Why?”
His smile is soft. Too soft.
“Because you needed the rest.”
There’s something about his statement that feels a little too heavy, but I kiss him anyway.
“Fine, then let’s get you to the studio.”
His fingers curl into my bicep, stopping me from moving.
“Rex postponed this morning, too.”
My stomach flips with a hope I don’t quite grab hold of just yet.
“Did I have a nightmare last night or something?”
He shakes his head and reaches up to run his fingers through my hair.
“I don’t think so.”
