Because when Skyler glances up after the chorus, he freezes. “I’m sorry.”
Trevor shakes his head, trying to snap out of it. It’s just a damn song he wrote years ago. “You don’t have to be.”
Still, he’d like Skyler to move on and play something else.
Skyler gnaws on his lip for a few seconds. Then—“Is it about me?”
Confusion knits Trevor’s eyebrows together. “Who else would it be about?”
“Your ex-wife.”
Oh, her.
How could Skyler think that?
“Of course it’s about you.”
Skyler fiddles with his guitar strings. “I thought so, but I couldn’t be sure. You did marry her. You were obviously having sex with her. Is it crazy to think you missed her?”
Sure, Trevor missed her, in some twisted way. But that was nothing compared to missing Skyler. And he’s afraid to say that, but this thing with them is only going to work if he’s willing to open himself up and be vulnerable again, so.
He clears his throat, wills his voice not to shake. “It’s about you.” He can barely meet Skyler’s gaze, but he can speak the truth. “Everything’s about you.”
Skyler’s silent for long enough Trevor starts to squirm, before he says, “It’s a beautiful song.”
“It’s a depressing song,” Trevor counters.
“It’s real.”
He shrugs. “Yeah, well. I wasreallydepressed.”
It’s hard to admit that, but Skyler must know by now anyway.
“I’m sorry,” Skyler says again.
“You don’t have to be,” he repeats.
Skyler gives him a look he can’t quite read. Regretful, maybe, but something else too. And then he asks, “Can I sing it?”
“You just did.”
“No, for my set.”
“What?”No.
“Please?” Skyler says, eyes big and hopeful. “It’s so good. I think it’s one of your best, and they told me to include a couple covers, so I’d love to sing it.”
Not giving Skyler something he wants kills him. And he knows Skyler doesn’t legally need his permission to cover a song. But he shakes his head. “No.”
Skyler frowns. “Why not?”
God, so many reasons. And Trevor’s willing to be vulnerable, sure, butthat? How can Skyler even ask that? “If you do that, people will talk. You know they’ll read into it.”
Skyler’s nose twitches almost imperceptibly. “And what are you worried they’re going to think?”
Trevor rearranges himself in his seat, pulling his knees up to his chest like a shield. He doesn’t want to talk about this. Doesn’t want to admit he’s still so fucking terrified of the public finding out about them.
But Skyler knows. He knew when they decided to do this again that they’d have to keep it a secret.Didn’t he?Why is he pushing this?
