I jerked away from Trent, but he didn't release his hold on me, nor did he step back so I could get off the pool table.
A girl about my age stood in the doorway, her grey eyes wide. She was beautiful, too, with long, silky brown hair and a rosy complexion. She was taller than me, and a lot curvier in all the places I knew mattered to a guy.
"Oh, sorry. My bad," the girl said with a giggle. But she didn't leave. She titled her head and stared at Trent.
I narrowed my eyes. What was this girl's issue?
"Oh, my God," she said after a moment. "Trenton?" She walked farther into the room.
She knew Trent? How? I glanced at him. His eyes were crisp blue but blank, like he had no idea what was going on right now.
"You know her?" I asked him.
"No," he said slowly, but his gaze was now on this other girl.