When the doors slid open, they finally stopped. Gavin raked his hands through his hair, mussing it further, and Emily adjusted her skirt. Walking with her into her apartment, they found Olivia sleeping on the couch. He followed Emily into her bedroom and watched as she climbed into her bed. Without a second look in his direction, she rolled over, let out a sigh, and passed out.
Crossing his arms, Gavin leaned against the doorway as his eyes took in her chest rising and falling with sleep. If it wasn’t for the sound of the front door snapping shut, pulling his attention away from Emily’s slumberous body, he would’ve watched her all night.
Gavin walked down the hall and into the kitchen where he found Dillon tossing his keys onto the counter.
Turning around, Dillon leveled him with a suspicious stare. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Gavin approached him. “The girls went to a house party in Staten Island, and Emily had a problem with some asshole. Olivia called Trevor, and we went out there to make sure everything was alright.”
Dillon’s forehead creased. “Wait, they were at a house party? She fucking lied to me. They were supposed to be at Pink.”
Gavin started to answer, but Dillon spoke up again.
“And why the fuck didn’t anyone call me?”
Not liking Dillon’s tone, Gavin angled his head to the side and narrowed his eyes on him. “I guess they decided to go to the party instead. Last time I checked, women had the right to change their minds.” Gavin stepped closer. “If every once in a while you checked your fucking phone while you were out, you would’ve seen Trevor did call you. And why don’t you try clearing out your voicemail, so someone could actually leave you a fucking message?”
Crossing his arms, Dillon cupped his chin, the look in his eyes glacial.
Gavin stared at him for a second, trying to quell his adrenaline, his voice eerily calm. “Like I said…we went out there, made sure everything was okay, and I brought them back here.” He dug his keys from his pocket, his eyes never leaving Dillon’s. “Be a good boyfriend and have some aspirin and water at her disposal for when she wakes up in the morning. She’s gonna need it.”
Without another word, Gavin walked out the door.
Chapter Eleven
Sea of Uncertainty
The next morning Gavin brewed a pot of coffee, hoping the caffeine buzz would jolt his thoughts away from Emily. Walking over to a window in his penthouse, he found the sky besieged by threatening gray clouds hovering over the city. It fit his mood perfectly. Agitation with his lack of self-control crawled through his system as stealthy recollections of Emily’s sweet lips weaved through his mind. The smell of her perfume clinging to his skin permeated his pores…and by God, it was intoxicating him by the minute. Though his body still hummed with pleasure from their encounter, his mind was caught in a tangled web of emotions.
A knock at the door broke through the heated events rolling around in his head. Opening it, he found Trevor wearing a wide smile, denoting he was in a far better frame of mind than Gavin.
“Damn, dude, you look like shit,” Trevor said, settling on the couch with his long legs sprawled out in front of him.
Gavin poured a cup of coffee and perched himself on a barstool in the kitchen. “I couldn’t sleep.”
“Sorry about that, bro. I, however, slept like a baby wrapped in Fallon’s arms.”
A weak smile tipped Gavin’s mouth. “Sounds like it went well.”
“Beyond well,” he replied with a smile. “I actually dig her. She has this funky, cool personality, and to top it all off, she’s a little freak. I mean, she goes both ways.”
With the cock of his brow, Gavin smirked. “Your sister goes both ways, too.”
Trevor cringed. “Did you really have to kill my buzz, bringing that up?”
Gavin shrugged casually.
Trevor stared at him for several seconds, seeming to read something in his eyes. “So are you going to tell me what’s going on with you and Emily?”
“Nothing’s going on with me and Emily,” he clipped, his tone harsh.
“Dude, we’ve known each other for fourteen years. I had a feeling something was up with you two, and last night only confirmed it.”
Gavin got up and sauntered over to the window as he contemplated what to say. His answer was slow and apprehensive. “I’m in deep.”
“Bro, please don’t tell me you fucked her.”
He turned and pinned him with a hard glare. “No, I didn’t fuck her, Trevor.”
“Well, what the hell’s going on?”
Nibbling at his lip, Gavin paced the room like a caged animal. He didn’t know how to explain what he felt for Emily. He didn’t know how Trevor would perceive him after confessing to everything either. The only thing he knew was that he couldn’t make sense of his emotions, and in that moment, he didn’t care if he should.
He felt what he felt.
End. Of. Story.
“Dude, just come out and say it.”
Gavin plowed his hands through his hair and regarded him from across the room. “I think I’m falling for her.”
With disapproving eyes, Trevor’s mouth hung slightly agape. He stood up and walked over to him. “You do know Dillon’s our friend, right?”
A frown marred Gavin’s features. “What kind of question is that?” he asked as if the answer should be obvious.
“Come on, Gavin. How did you fall for our friend’s girl?”
“I met her before I knew she was with Dillon,” he replied, the words stated through gritted teeth. He padded back over to the counter and downed the rest of his coffee.