Page 114 of Obey

Mars takes a slow sip of coffee. “Does that happen often?”

“Constantly.”

“Good to know.”

“Oh, I know you bitches ain’t talking about me like I ain’t here,” Trey says, gesturing with his fork. “Especially since you’ve been dodging my calls for two days.”

“I haven’t been dodging. I’ve been busy.”

“Busy doing what? Getting railed by three men simultaneously?”

My eyes dart toward the neighboring table before I glare at him. “Could you possibly say that louder?”

Trey lifts his mimosa. “I can if you need me to.”

Across from me, Mars lowers his coffee with maddening calm. “I’m beginning to understand why you chose a corner table.”

“See?” I point at him. “He gets it.”

“Do not encourage her,” Trey says.

“I’m not encouraging anyone. I’m trying to eat.”

Trey turns back to me. “Anyway. You’ve been weird since you sat down, and you’re pushing shrimp around your plate like they personally offended you. Spill.”

“There’s nothing to spill.”

Mars glances at my untouched food, then at Trey. “You know he’s not going to stop until you tell him.”

I narrow my eyes. “Mars, I liked you better four minutes ago.”

“You barely knew me four minutes ago.”

“Exactly.”

I sigh and finally put my fork down. Where would I even start? With everything that happened in the playroom last night or with the fact that I can still feel the sting of leather against my skin? Or the way Nate and Elias looked at me afterward, like nothing they’d seen made them want to step back?

I don’t know how to explain that. How to explain any of it.

“Hellooooo. Earth to Sloane.” Trey snaps his fingers in front of my face. “You’ve got that look.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The ‘I just had life-changing sex, and I don’t know what to do with myself’ look.”

I bite my lip. “It’s complicated.”

“Everything worth having is.” Trey takes another sip of his mimosa, then sets the glass down on the table. “But you’re glowing, so spill.”

“It’s the way they are with each other,” I finally say.

Trey’s expression shifts, teasing giving way to attention. Mars says nothing.

“I knew they were together. Obviously. But knowing it and seeing it are two completely different things.”

“Seeing what?” Trey asks.

I stare down at the swirl of hot sauce bleeding into my grits.