“Jesus fuck,” West says slowly, speaking the words before I can say them. “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” Trent flinches uncomfortably, as if he’s not ready to admit any such fucking thing out loud. But he doesn’t have to. The truth is written all over his face. “You’re one to fucking talk,” he shoots back at West. “You trying to tell me you don’t have feelings for her?” “I’m telling you,” West growls, taking a few steps forward and getting in Trent’s face, his entire body radiating tension, “that I care about her a hell of a lot more than you ever will.”
