“I shouldn’t have come.” My voice came out as barely a whisper, and I fidgeted before I half rose. “I’ll go and you never—”
“Asher.” Trey’s voice came out sharp, but not unkind, and my gaze snapped to his. I had no idea what his expression meant and I shook my head and tried to turn even from my partially standing position. But then his hand touched mine. Big and warm and comforting, and a sob caught in my throat.
I sat hard and curled in on myself, but not moving my hand because I didn’t want to lose his touch. It was stupid. I’d met him only once before, and that wasn’t for very long. And here I was in his kitchen, on the verge of tears. What the hell was wrong with me?
“We’ll figure that out, Asher. If you just tell me what’s happening.”
It took me a second to realize I’d spoken aloud and Trey was trying to comfort me. I let my head fall back, and breathed hard and fast through my nose. It was a trick I’d learned at a young age to get the tears in my eyes to recede.