I turn back around and reach for the lock and open the door.
Just like I thought Trey stands on my doorstep with his signature black leather jacket and ripped jeans. His hair seems a little messier today though. I wonder if it was Amelia that was running her hands through it or was it him.
" Hey Mia his voice sounds deeper than usual and he looks tired with his eyes red and strained, it is pretty late at night.
I don't think he should be driving in this state.
"Trey what are you doing here?" I ask him, stepping outside so hopefully the guys won't hear. Damon would surely have something to say if he knew Trey was here.
"I wanted to check if you were okay" he steps forward, coming closer. I can tell he's looking at the redness still imprinted on my face.
It looked like he was going to
