Chapter 15 - Stop Actin' Like You Don't Feel It

Trey don't know when the fuck he got so comfortable sittin' next to Zay, but here they are-both laid back on the couch, a blunt passing between them like this shit normal. Like last night ain't even happen.

Zay take a hit, head resting back against the couch, his hoodie halfway off his head, locs hangin' loose. He exhales slow, smoke rolling out his mouth, then side-eyes Trey.

"You still thinkin' 'bout it, huh?"

Trey snatches the blunt out his hand. "Nigga, I ain't thinkin' bout shit."

Zay chuckles. "Cap."

Trey exhales, rolling his shoulders, tryna act like Zay ain't read him too damn easily. It's irritatin' how this nigga just know shit without Trey even sayin' it.

Zay shifts, turning toward him, elbow resting on the back of the couch. "Why you frontin' so hard?"

Trey don't answer. He take another hit instead, letting the smoke sit in his lungs before releasing it.

Zay watches him, then licks his lips, smirkin'. "You actin' like I kissed you by myself, nigga."

Trey glares at him. "Man, shut the fuck up."

Zay leans in, voice dropping low. "Nah. Say that shit again with your hands off my hips next time."

Trey's whole body tenses.

Ain't no way this nigga just said that shit out loud.

Zay leans back, smilin' like he just won a bet. "Yeah. I felt that shit, too, nigga. Stop actin' like you don't."

Trey takes another long ass pull from the blunt, tryna act unbothered. He ain't gon' lie-Zay got him in a chokehold right now, and he don't even know how the fuck it happened.

Zay stretch his arms out, legs spreading a little more. "Lemme ask you something," he says, voice lazy.

Trey exhales, flicking ash into the tray. "What?"

Zay tilts his head. "What you so scared of?"

Trey's fingers tighten around the blunt. "Nigga, I ain't scared."

Zay hums, unconvinced. "Mm. Aight." He shifts, standing up slow, stretching like he ain't got a care in the world. "Well, when you stop lyin' to yourself, let me know."

Trey watches him walk toward the door, jaw clenching.

Zay glance back at him, grip on the doorknob. "And don't play yourself-next time you kiss me back? Ain't gon' be no actin' confused after."

Then he's gone, door clicking shut behind him.

Trey sits there, blunt burnin' between his fingers, head a fuckin' mess.

This nigga Zay got him fucked all the way up.