"Why have you been ignoring my calls?" Trey asks as soon as I let him in, still shocked that he's here.
"How'd you know where I lived?" I ignore his question, scratch that, obvious question. He knows exactly why.
"I went by your mothers, her nurse told me." He pauses. "I'm sorry about your mother."
I cross my arms and he smiles softly at me.
"You used to always do that." He walks closer.
"What do you want, Trey?" I ask. I hate that he's here trying to make it seem like he didn't do anything wrong.
"What do you mean?" He asks and I feel like slapping him, the blurry flashback of Harry and I boxing coming to mind.
"You left me. You left to a whole other city to do what you wanted without me, without talking to me about it or even saying goodbye. You broke my heart, Trey." I say and he frowns. His head bows to the floor as he shakes it.
"I was stupid for leaving you like that. But I'm different now." He says, looking back up. It's quiet as I don't say anything. "Have coffee with me."
I can't help but want Harry here with me. He probably thinks I don't remember what he did last night, the way he held me, the way he touched me, the way he whispered to me. Chills run down my back.
"Please." Trey brings me back.
"Okay."
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I feel awkward standing with Trey in line. He smiles at me but I don't smile back. Too many thoughts fill my mind, too much and too fast to process.
"Why don't you pick a table? I'll bring you your favorite." He says and I walk away. I can't believe he's here and acting as if what he did never happened. I hate that he ruined the moment with Harry and I. But maybe it was for the best. These thoughts that I have of Harry are unprofessional. I work for him. He's my first client and I'd hate to be the one to ruin anything for him or myself. As I take a seat at a table near the window of the small coffee shop, I can't help but let my mind travel to last night. He's dark but there's something there that I know is palpable. I just can't reach it yet. It's like I need that extra step to actually take hold of it. The way his fingers felt on my face, so smooth. I remember perfectly well what he said to me and what I said back. I remember waking up in the middle of the night to feel him wrapping his arm around me. I remember placing my hand on top of his just to feel them. I remember thinking how hard it was to believe that those hands were fighting hands.
"You always look so deep in thought." Trey returns, placing a latte in front of me and sitting down.
"Trey, why'd you come back?"
He sighs after he takes a sip of his coffee.
"Faye, I still love you." He says. "Yes, I left you and that was stupid of me but I never stopped loving you."
"But I did." I interrupt him and he looks hurt. "You don't expect me to just jump into your arms as soon as I see you. You broke me. When your mother called and told me you left, I didn't know what to do with myself. I loved you. I wanted a future with you." I say.
"I know." He says, looking at his hands. "There aren't enough apologies in this world to express how sorry I am. I was stupid, reckless, like any young adult." I look away from him and out the window. "I left because I didn't want to disturb what I knew you wanted. You always talked about fighters and becoming top in an agency. I didn't want to get in the way of your dreams and so I thought it was best to just leave." He explains. I look down at my hands now.
