Trey leaned in one corner of the elevator while Mallory was jammed next to him. She held her body stiff, did not lean into him.
His fingers ached to touch her, let her know he didn't fake the affection. His arms longed to surround her. And of course, his body wanted to sink into hers. How would he ever convince her?
Instead, she kept him at a distance.
The car was full of partiers going up to Paul Stanley's suite. The scent of sweat mixed with champagne.
The usual round of speeches had ensued after dancing and dining. Lots of people patting each other on the back. Mallory had been quiet through most of it.
Trey's heart still stung at her jab at him. How could she have not known how he felt?
He mentally kicked himself. Because he'd said the words at all the wrong times, like when t
