Gone, gone.
Forever.
I wasn’t sticking around to watch that—no matter how much I loved being around Trey.
He turned around fully on the couch and faced me. “I promise,” he said gazing up at me, “I do not have a problem. I almost died, sweetheart. They gave me all kinds of drugs so that wouldn’t happen.”
His hand covered mine. “And I’m really glad they did. So, because their interventions worked—I’m still kicking. And yes, the pain was intolerable for a while. But, it’s gotten better.”
Crap.
I wanted to believe him.
Like, I really, really wanted to believe him.
Something still niggled at the back of my brain. “No joke. Are you addicted to them? If you are—” I said with a shallow breath, “I’ll find you help. But I can’t live in the same household with an addict.”
He looked at the door, then he looked at me. “I swear to God, I don’t have a problem.” His grip on my hand got tighter.
“I can quit them right now. Like I said, I hardly even take them anymore.”
A few memories popped back into my mind from our hotel stay.
I saw him swallow down pills a few times.
We were both super hungover, though. So, I hadn’t thought twice about what he’d taken.
Other than when we were drinking—he hadn’t seemed at all impaired to me.
Gosh, I wanted to believe him.
So bad.
“You promise to quit them?”
“Done. I’m done with them. I swear, Lex.” He held his hands up in front of him with the bottles.
In a flash, he jumped up from the couch and headed into the kitchen.
“See? Gone,” he said just as he chucked the bottles out.
I watched him mosey his way back to me. He circled his arms around me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you like that.”
Being in his arms made me feel better. “Thank you for throwing them away.”
Trey shook his head and smiled down at me with that handsome grin I loved so much.
“I’m sorry for upsetting you. Forgive me?” His eyes searched my face while I was thinking of an answer.
There was only one that came to mind. “Yeah, sorry I got so spooked.”
He nodded.
“Anything you want to talk about with me?” he asked.
And yes, I definitely wanted to talk about it with him.
But.
I couldn’t.
“No,” I said, then leaned in for a big hug, “not right now.”
Trey let out a big sigh. “Fair enough. Sit down and find what chapter you’re on while I put the laundry in.”
So, I sat down and found where I’d left off.
And Trey did the laundry.
And my brain tried its best to accept his word for what it was.