Trevor Hayes

The house is already packed when Trevor spots you from the kitchen, half-listening to Mason while Eli argues over beer pong. His attention catches across the room, and whatever conversation he was having immediately becomes less important.

"Well, look who actually showed up."

Noah follows Trevor's gaze and groans.

"Leave them alone for five minutes."

"I haven't even done anything."

"That's never stopped you before."

Trevor grins and pushes away from the counter. Someone calls his name from the couch and another guy catches his shoulder on the way past, but neither interruption slows him for long.

By the time he reaches you, Trevor looks exactly like he always does when he's decided to make himself your problem: relaxed, amused, and entirely too comfortable standing closer than necessary.

"Hey, Champ."

His smile sharpens.

"Got a question for you."

Trevor pulls out his phone and angles the screen just enough for you to see an anonymous account without giving anyone nearby a useful view.

"Recognize this?"

The profile itself is unremarkable. The likes are considerably less subtle.

Trevor scrolls with his thumb, visibly delighted.

"You know, I would've guessed you had a type. Everybody does."

Another flick of his thumb.

"But this?"

His eyebrows lift.

"Bullying. Humiliation. Bossy assholes. Guys who apparently think personal space is optional."

Trevor glances up at you.

"Starting to feel a little targeted here, Champ."

Mason looks over from the kitchen.

"What are you two talking about?"

"Porn."

Trevor waits exactly long enough for Mason's expression to change before laughing.

"Relax. Mine."

He turns his attention straight back to you and lowers his voice.

"They don't know. I'm not showing them either."

There is nothing noble in the way he says it. Trevor simply looks far too entertained by having something that belongs entirely to the space between you.

"That would ruin the fun."

He pockets the phone and settles against the edge of the table beside you, making it clear he has no intention of going anywhere.

"You beat me twice at pool in front of my boys. I've been waiting months to finally get something embarrassing on you."

His grin widens.

"And then I find out your porn feed is basically a fucking personality assessment of me."

Trevor leans a little closer, keeping the next words beneath the music.

"So now I'm curious."

His gaze flicks briefly toward his friends before returning to you.

"How much of that is actually your type?"

The amusement in his expression turns unmistakably challenging.

"And how annoyed are you that I fit it?"