Shane and Trey[ Enemies to Lovers 01 ] by Anyta Sunday

like we were joined at the hip or something.
    I concentrated on Syd’s voice. “It’s just I think I met someone. He only has time for a coffee right now though, and I don’t want to let this one slip. He’shawt.” Then in a quieter tone he added, “I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow. We’ll have lunch. Twelve, the cafeteria.”
    Then he hung up. “So you and Syd aren’t a thing then?” Trey said lightly. “Would you mind not listening to my phone calls?”
His grin widened. “I can’t help it, sorry.” We walked a few more steps. “But you guys aren’t then, right?”
     
“No, we’re not. We decided we’d get on better as friends.”ing
    Trey put on a pained expression. “Ouch. How did you take him telling you that?”
I stopped. “What makes you think he was the one to say anything?”
    “So it wasn’thim.” He cocked his head to the side, his eyes searching mine. There was something in them that prickled my insides. “Why’dyoutell him then? You seemed right happy about “getting to know him pretty good” if I remember clearly.”
    I turned from him and strode the last few meters into our dorm. Once inside, Trey landed an arm around my shoulders. “Really am sorry for eavesdropping, man. I’ll,” he hesitated, “try not to butt in any more, okay?”
    I barely registered his words, as my body soaked up the heavy warmth of Trey’s arm on me. His hand flicked as he spoke and I could make out tiny blond hairs over it. His fingers were long and slender, and I fought the image of sucking them.
I ducked away from his touch using the excuse to open the room.
    “You still going for a run?” Trey said inside, shucking off his t-shirt. “I think I’ll come with.” He scrunched his shirt and chucked it into a dirty clothes pile at the side of his bed. I’d thought him being such a slob would help me get over this thing with him, but all it did was heighten my want. His clothes piled up were covered in his sweet scent, and, well, I might have buried my head in it more than once.
    I yanked open my drawer and pulled out my running gear trying not to look at him. “Does it ever cross your mind to ask? Maybe I prefer to run alone.”
    Trey laughed, and as he did I peeked at him again. His toned body mocked my control as my dick stirred. Fuckityfuck.
    “But I know that’s not true. You were going to go with Syd.” Trey unzipped his jeans, hooked his thumbs at the waist and pulled them off.
    My gaze darted to Trey’s red boxer-briefs and my breathing quickened. Except for that thin material I was staring at a personally tailored wet dream. He moved to his drawers and bent over, his ass jutting out like a fucking ripe apple ready to be plucked. With my running gear in hand, I zipped out of our room without saying a word—what would I say anyway, right?—and changed in the bathroom.
    When I got back to the room, Trey was thankfully ready. I placed my folded clothes on the end of my bed. “Okay then,” I said, “let’s run, but I’mnotgoing slow for you, or anything.”
Trey raised a brow and laughed. “You are so funny.”
    With that I stormed out, Trey close at my heel. As soon as we got outside I started jogging, and five minutes in I stopped to do some stretches. After, I continued at a brisker pace. Trey lopped beside me, grinning. “Thank god. I was seriously afraid you thought that was fast.”
“Oh baby,” I said, increasing my speed, “this is nothing.”
    One part of me wanted to halt as I realized I’d just called Trey, baby. Instead I pushed myself praying he hadn’t noticed or didn’t care anything of it. I wanted so bad to lose Trey from my side, but each time I increased my pace, Trey matched it.
    Forty minutes into the run, sweat dribbled onto my lashes, blurring my vision. Lifting my t-shirt, I gave my forehead a quick wipe. Trey, on the other hand, barely looked red. I started to turn off the street and into the campus, but Trey running on my inside, wouldn’t let