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

me. “Let’s keep going straight,” he said.
    Breathing heavily, I grunted. Sure why not? It would lengthen the run, but hell, I could handle it. Or I sure would with Trey next to me.
    I pointed to a brick path running parallel to the street, but lined either side with trees. It looked much nicer to run there. “Why not there?” I puffed when Trey purposefully ignored a turn off toward it.
“I just don’t like brick paths, okay?” he said, and I was glad to hear he was breathing a bit harder now.
     
“You mean to run on? I think concrete is just as ba fad for you.”
    Trey didn’t say anything, and I was beginning to get suspicious. Surely he didn’t mean—did he? I smiled inwardly (it was an evil grin, actually), and suggested to Trey we cross the road and go past the bookstore and museum.
    Once we reached the other side Trey stopped still, staring at the two brick paths and whitening. What the fuck? I stopped next to him, using the time to stretch as I asked, “What’s up?”
Trey waited until I stood up and met my eye. “You brought me here on purpose didn’t you?”
     
I couldn’t deny it, I just—“Why don’t you like brick paths?”
    “Fuck it, Shane,” he said in a deep, really scary, voice. I stepped back. He looked over my shoulder, and I could see him struggling, his fists pumping at his side, and his eyes watery. Guilt for leading him here washed through me. This giant looked so fucking vulnerable, I had a hard time not to wrap my arms around his waist and comfort him. Shit. What had I done?
Trey took a deep breath. “I can’t step on a crack. I—I just can’t do it.”
    I looked at him hard, noting his drawn brows, and glazy eyes as if he were reliving a memory. A need to comfort him overtook me and I patted his arm. “Okay, fine. Let’s just go back.”
    Without say another word we jogged across the street. After ten minutes, we turned a sharp corner and a bike almost collided into me. I jumped to the side as it shot past us, hitting Trey’s side and losing my balance. I would have fallen, but Trey gripped my waist holding me steady while yelling at the biker to watch where he was going.
“You alright?” he asked, spinning me around and checking if I had any obvious injuries.
    I nodded and he let me go. We continued running, and I silently thanked the biker for being an idiot. One, because I had Trey’s very hot hands on me, and two, because it broke the tension I’d created before.
    A smirk touched Trey’s lips as he glanced at me. “What?” I asked. “Want to race?”
    I gave Trey a once over. This guy had a long stride, he was bound to be fast, but so was I. Especially when it came to sprinting. I was very sure I’d be able to ah—give him arun for his money on this one.
I grinned at him. “Once we pass the elephant statue it’s a go, all the way back to the dorms.”
     
“Okay,” Trey said, “And whoever wins gets to make a demand of the other.”
    My mind reeled with things I could demand Trey to do— things that would make it easier to keep him out of my way. Nothing concrete came to mind when we passed the elephant statue and we both set out to a sprint.
    I was surprised Trey could move so fast. I’d anticipated his long stride, but hadn’t thought he’d be able to move his muscles that quick. Flat out, I kept up to him. Fifty yards to the dorms I knew I’d lost. I had no more in me for the extra ompfto beat him, and Trey had. He slammed his palms against the doors two yards in front of me. “Shiiiiiiit,” I cursed, my lungs burning. I hit the side of the building, ignoring Trey’s wide grin. How could he not be totally puffing right now? Well, okay, he was puffing a bit, but it was nothing compared to me. I was tempted to curl into a ball, that’s how much my body ached. It’d been more intense and longer run than usual.
Trey slapped my ass. “Come on, let’s stretch.” My sweaty backside relished the slap, even though I knew all it meant