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

was‘nice job, you did good.’
     
After we stretched, we headed back to our room. I undid my shoe lace, where I’d threaded the key, and opened up.
    Once inside, Trey flopped onto the floor, sprawling his limbs in every direction. I placed my sneakers on the rack, and peeled my socks off, feeling so much better. I stepped over Trey’s extended leg and arm to get to my drawers, but before I could get there, he snagged my ankle. “We should run together more often.”
    He loosened his grip and moved his hands to my foot, electricity shooting through my hairs. “Fuck you have fat toes.”
    I ripped my foot from his grasp and moved so he couldn’t stare at them anymore. I knew my toes were ugly. Didn’t need confirmation of it, though. I hated my toes. Worse, I hated feeling self-conscious about them.
    “Oh, hey,” Trey said, quickly picking up on my mood— although slamming my drawers might have clued him in. “Chill man. Your fat toes are cute.”
    That made me move even faster than before. I grabbed a towel and wash-bag. My fat toes are cute?Was he taking the piss?
“I’m going to shower,” I said, and left the room.
    I placed my clothes on the bench and hopped into the end cubicle. At first I had the temperature luke-warm, but soon I turned it up a notch. The door to the showers opened, and heavy feet slapped across the tiles. “Heya Shane,” Trey called and started the shower next to mine.
    I grunted in response, and Trey began humming a tune. In places it got quite high pitched and I chuckled silently. But after half a minute, the song bugged me because the title was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t place it. Finally I had to ask, “What’s that you’re humming?”
    “Ohh, ahh,” he paused a moment, and I thought I could detect embarrassment in that silence. “Scarborough Fair,” he finished, quietly.
    Oh right. I replayed the tune in my head—having one of those ahhhh moments, where things just click in place. The fact Trey hummed it, was sort of a turn on, and I was semihard. I ignored it of course and began washing my hair. “My mom used to sing it to us as kids, before—” There was something sad in his voice, and I found myself waiting for him to finish. “Ah, dammit. Man, could I use some of your shampoo?”
    I grabbed the bottle and reached it to the top of the cubicle to pass it over the wall, when Trey simply opened my door. In the buff (of course). He smiled and held a hand out for the bottle. In shock, time seemed to slow, and I took longer to move. As soon as I’d noticed him, I’d averted my gaze, but Trey wasn’t shy at all, and made no attempt to disguise the fact he was checking me out. I wasn’t ashamed of myself, in fact, (other than my toes) I felt pretty damn good about my body. I kept in shape—didn’t have major abs, but the muscle was defined enough, and I had a nice dick that liked to lean slightly to the left. But even though I was happy with what I had, having Trey size me up still sent heat rushing to my ears.
    As if time snapped back to its proper pace, I slapped the shampoo bottle into Trey’s hand and turned my back to him.
“Thanks, man,” he said. Was his voice slightly croaky?
    We finished our showers in silence. I waited until Trey had left before I got out and dressed. Then I went back to my room.Nervously.Because while my head screamed at me to think up an excuse to get away from Trey, the rest of me wanted to spend more time with him. And after the brick path incident, and Scarborough Fair, I was, well,curious.
    In the room, a still only towel-clad Trey greeted me. My eyes skipped around, looking anywhere but at him. I grabbed my guitar and sat on the end of my bed.
    Just before I started strumming, Trey spoke, “So, I have a real fine bottle of whiskey here.” I looked at him, at the cheeky grin cornering his lips, and I knew exactly what would be coming next. I internally groaned. “And I do believe,” Trey continued, “as my winning