"Hold still.” My hand trembles slightly as I press the cloth-wrapped ice pack against the purpling bruise forming along Trey’s jawline.
We are currently sitting in the waiting room.
On a chair.
With me sitting sideways on Trey's lap.
Again.
Seriously, the man has a severe, incurable physical affliction when it comes to keeping his hands off me. And Mr. Titan is still very much alive and well, still pressing against my butt, but I can't even find the energy to address it right now because my brain is still hyperventilating over what just went down.
After Shawn’s meltdown, a murderous-looking Coach Max had ordered Trey and me to get the heck out of his office, grab some ice, and wait outside while he dealt with Shawn personally. Cherry tried to pull her classic, teary-eyed "I need to s
