Chapter Eight

"One second," Trey called out to the knock on his new front door. He smiled to himself at the thought of having his first visitor, even though he knew it was either Ryan or the landlord. What he didn't know was that one the other side of his door Summer patiently waited, her hands hidden behind her back.

"Hey," Trey jumped back a bit shocked to find her standing in his doorway.

"Hey you," Summer politely smiled and slightly craned her neck. "Nice place," she let her smile widen a bit.

"Yeah it's not much, but… it's mine." He smiled just a bit.

Summer felt her knees sink a bit at his smile and without notice her pulse quickened. "So I have to get straight to the point here…."

"Okay," he raised an eyebrow at her a bit his green eyes twinkling some. "That obviously means you're here on some kind of business."

"No not really business, more like a favor."

"What kind of favor?"

"Well… Now that you're officially a Newport resident, how would you actually like to see what Newport is really like," purposely discreet with her request, hoping he'd say yes before questioning her too much.

"What do you mean, what Newport is really like?" Trey asked naturally suspicious.

Summer sighed and began to speak faster than she normally would; "So there's this party, well actually it's a charity fashion show, which is code for Newport party. But I designed some of the clothes they're going to auction off tonight. So I have to go and I can't go without a date and since Cohen totally ditched me for work, I was thinking who could possibly be free on this short of notice, and only won person came to mind…. You."

Trey took a deep breath and twisted his face around a bit, "You know…"

"You have to say yes," she tried not to sound too desperate. "If you don't say yes, I have to go without a date and that would suck and I would probably cry and you don't want me to cry do you?" She grinned and batted her yes at him.

"I don't know if it's such a good idea, Summer… I mean it's like high society and shit right, and I'm not exactly high society material."

"Well, then you'll just have to stick to my side, besides Ryan and Marissa will be there so you at least know a few people… Mostly you'll just be my trophy date, you the hot guy on my arm that makes everyone else jealous. Please Trey…" She gave up on not pleading and went straight to begging, "You have to do this for me, as my friend, please, I'm begging."

Friend, she got him right there. He hadn't realized that she was coming to him as a friend, it had been so long since he'd had a friend he didn't even notice one right in front of him. "I don't have anything to wear…" He was giving in.

Summer lifted her hands for behind her back to reveal a suit bag, "I knew you'd say that, so I took care of it. I kinda guess at your size, but I'm a designer so I'm good at that and if it doesn't fit, I'm also good at making things fit."

Trey sighed, she had thought of everything, "What time do I need to be ready?"

Summer smiled, she'd won, he'd given in, not that there was ever any real doubt in her mind that he wouldn't give in to her charms, or desperate pleas which ever worked best. "I'll be here to get you at seven, I have to go get ready now." She handed him the bag and turned to leave with him still standing in the doorframe. As Summer started down the stairs to her car she stopped and turned around to see him leaning and watching her. "Oh and Trey." She watched as he raised his eyebrows in response to her. Carefully she walked back up the stairs to him, "Thanks," she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and in an instant disappeared.

Once the taillights of her car were all he could see in the distant Trey lifted his hand to his cheek, he knew it was a girlie motion, but the way her lips felt. It was just another contrast between. They were so light and airy. She could have asked him to jump over the moon and there was no way he'd have ever been able to tell her no.

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"How do I look?" Trey asked as he answered the door.

Summer looked him up and down, very proud of herself. She knew what she'd picked out would look good on him. She had shied away from the traditional white shirt and black tie, for a more modern black shirt, white tie look, except that his tie hung loosely around his neck. Summer hadn't thought about the fact that he might not know how to tie a tie. He had the jacket slung over his shoulder so she could get a better look. The contours of the suit fit him perfectly baggy in the right spots and fitted where it should be. Summer's breath got caught in her throat, she hadn't expect him to look quite as good as he did. "Great, except for one thing…" She gave a slight grimace.

"It's the tie, I know I'm sorry I just… I never really wore suit before I went to prison." He nervously clasps at his throat.

"Well that too, but that's not what I meant."

"Okay what did you mean?"

"See…" she gave him a tight smile bearing her teeth at him, casual she poked up finger in and out of her fist trying not to draw too much attention. "We have got to do something with that hair," finally she let it out in a laugh.

"What's wrong with it?" Trey all of a sudden self-conscious reached up and ran his hand through his hair.

"Nothing if you want to look like you just rolled out of bed, I mean I'm all for the messy look, but there's the messy look and then there's the just didn't do anything with my hair look, come on," she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the apartment, straight into the bathroom. "Where's your gel?"

Trey turned around and fumbled through a box of toiletries. "Sorry I haven't had time to really unpack much… Not that I've got a whole lot." He told her as he turned back to present her with a bottle of gel.

"Crouch down," she instructed, but then noticed he was about to let his knees hit the floor. "No, no, don't touch the ground you'll get your suit dirty, just crouch down a bit so I can get to your hair."

Trey bent at the knees and tried to hold the rather painful position; "This is not comfort."

"Oh you'll live." Summer squirted a small amount of gel into her hands and rubbed them together, "Now just stay still for a minute."

Briefly he nodded and tried to remain as still as possible. As he crouched down he felt her hands go into his hair. Trey tried to ignore the feelings that gave him, they way his scalp tense up sending chills down his back. The way his skin quivered as she continued to adjust small chunks of hair. Summer tried to focus on fixing his hair only to find her eyes falling on his face. There was a small smile slipping from his lips, his eyes were closed. He looked content, relaxed, much like he had that night on the beach. So caught up in his face, it took her a moment to notice that she had stopped fixing his hair and her hands were just buried in his hair. "There all fixed up," she spoke slowly as she sharply drew her hands away.

"Thanks." He responded. It was at that moment that his eyes opened to find her staring at him. Together they locked eyes, her brown against his green. Trey saw her lick her dry lips. Summer saw him take a hard swallow. Their faces only inches apart, with neither of them able to comprehend the air between them.

"We should get going," she snapped away and broke the moment. "Otherwise we're gonna be late."

Trey wasn't sure if he was weak in the knees from the crouching or from what had just happened but it took him a moment to stand and follow her. "Yeah," as he grabbed the jacket and followed her out of the door.