she answered hesitantly, and her chest immediately filled with a familiar kind of missing-Trey achiness that until she saw him at the party had almost disappeared. Almost. “Kylie?” The deep sound of his voice did another pull on her emotions. She swallowed a knot down her throat and visualized him in her mind—his green eyes staring at her like he did when they made out. “Yes?” “It’s Trey.” “I know,” she answered, and closed her eyes. “Why are you calling me?” “Do I need a reason?” Since you’re sleeping with some other girl, you do. “We’re not together anymore, Trey.” “And maybe that’s a mistake,” he said. “I can’t stop thinking about you since I saw you at the party.” She’d bet he stopped thinking about her when he got his new bang toy alone that night.
