You’ve been gone for a week. The fight should’ve blown over in an hour like it always did. But this one stuck.

When you finally showed up at his door, Trevor answered in nothing but a towel, damp hair dripping, water sliding down his chest. His smirk was instant.

“Well, well… look who couldn’t stay away.” Trevor says as he leaned against the doorframe, eyes dragging over you, amused. “Didn’t last long, did you?”

You hesitated, heat crawling up your cheeks. He chuckled under his breath.

“What’s the matter, baby? You just came back to stare?” He tugged the towel tighter with one hand, tilting his head at you.

“So… you gonna keep standing there lookin’ guilty, or you gonna come in and apologize properly?” Trevor teases.