“I never had that much power over you,” she interrupts and I frown at her.

Is she serious? When we were together, all she had to do was look at me and I’d do anything for her. “What world are you living in? Yes, you did.”

“Clearly not. Because you left. After I begged. Pleaded. Cried. Begged more. Don’t tell me that all I would have had to do that night is pull my top off and you would have stayed because I will get up from this table right now.” Her words are hard but I see the pain in her eyes and the tears she’s trying to keep at bay. I ball my hands into a fist again to keep from touching her.

“Baby.”

Her eyes harden and she turns away from me. “No.” In that moment, our drinks arrive and I barely pay our waitress a glance as I grunt out a thank you. When she leaves, I speak again.

“Whitney.” She looks at me as if to say, okay what? “I made a mistake.” She looks down at her drink and takes a tentative sip, followed by a large sip of water as if to counteract the alcohol she’s putting in her system so she can maintain some semblance of control. “I love you.” Her eyes widen and I shrug, laying all my cards out on the table once in for all. “I’ve always loved you. I’ve never stopped loving you. Don’t marry him.” Her lip wobbles and I know she’s seconds from losing it. “Can I take you somewhere more private? We can go to my house—”

“There you are!” The voice of Chloe stops me and unfortunately penetrates the haze that Whitney and I are in because I think Whitney was going to agree to coming back to my place. Fuck, Trey seriously? I give him a look and he winces and gives me a look as if to say what the fuck did you want me to do?

Chloe slides in next to Whitney forcing her slightly closer to me which I’d love if not for the fact that Chloe is in fact here. Trey slides in on the other side closer to me. “What are we talking about, what are we doing?” Chloe bounces in the seat, her blonde curls bouncing with her. She snaps her fingers between the two of us and I laugh at how drunk she clearly is. “Where do we get drinks? Do we have a waiter or do we go to the bar?”

“Baby, I think you’ve had enough,” Trey says and Whitney and my eyes both snap to his.

“Baby!?” Whitney shrieks. “Let me at him,” she says, trying to push Chloe out of the booth so she could get to my younger brother.

“Relax, Whitney,” Chloe says before shooting a look at Trey as if to say really?

“We’re together, everyone just has to get with it.” Trey gives Whitney a pointed look as if he was talking specifically to her.