Page 83 of Love in Fine Print

“And you think I’m picky,” I said under my breath as I went back upstairs to finish moving the stuff out of the closet in the guest room.

“Might I remind you of the man you dismissed for having small thumbs?” Trevor responded as he and Dolly followed behind me.

I ignored him as I grabbed the last of my shoes and all my clothes which were in dry cleaning bags. I thought I’d have this all done first thing in the morning, but I’d gotten wrapped up in reading the feedback from the matches that had gone on dates over the past week. I had only planned on checking in on Arlene, a forty-year-old single mom of four who I’d matched with Christopher, a forty-five-year-old widow who always wanted a big family, but his late wife wasn’t able to have children.

After reading their glowing feedback, I clicked on another message and saw Nadia, a thirty-year-old physician, and Jack, a forty-seven-year-old therapist, had both gone on dates that weren’t so great. So, I started combing through the files to find them more suitable matches.

When I went to the office at six a.m., I’d planned on spending ten minutes tops checking on Arlene and Christopher while I drank my coffee. I hadn’t realized four hours had passed until Ben poked his head in at ten to let me know he was heading to the airport.

Which was why I was still moving my stuff over now.

“Sooo, you and Arm Porn are going to be sharing a bed.” Trevor wagged his brows as he glanced around the room.

Since it wasn’t a question, I didn’t say anything. I was scared if I did, I’d give away where my mind had gone. Which was to all the dirty things I wanted to do with him in that bed.

“That could be very interesting.”

“You and I have shared a bed on more than one occasion,” I pointed out.

Trevor smiled.

“What? We have.”

“You’re deflecting.” Trevor’s eyes narrowed. “You only do that when you are defensive. You’d only be defensive if you were worried things were going to happen. You have plans to get on the naughty list tonight, don’t you?”

I didn’t respond. I knew that anything I said could and would be used against me in the Court of Trevor, and he’d already made up his mind anyway.

“How in the name of Brad Pitt, have you spent two months under the same roof with that man and not jumped his bones? Aren’t you curious?”

“Curiosity killed the cat,” I countered.

Trevor’s gaze turned dreamy. “Oh, I bet his curiosity has killed many a kitty.”

Of course, Trevor would turn an innocent statement into something sexual. He was gifted that way. The subject of my and Ben’s sex life had come up several times over the past two months, but thankfully, we’d always been interrupted by a call or coworker.

Now it was just Trevor and I, and I knew that if I looked at him, he’d know; he’d see that I wasn’t curious because I already knew how good it was. Which wasso good. So good, actually, I was starting to wonder if it was just a fluke. Or if I was remembering it being better than it was.

I hurried back into the guest room to grab the clothes in the dresser, which were the last things I needed to transfer. Trevor helped by emptying the bottom drawer and carrying its contents into Ben’s room.

We dropped the clothes on the bed, and I pulled out the drawers that Ben had said I could use. As I refolded and put them in, Trevor grabbed a pair of my sweats and a t-shirt.

“What are these?” he grimaced.

“My pajamas.”

He held the oversized shirt to his chest and then looked back up at me. “Thisis what you wear to bed at night?”

“I’m sleeping, not walking a Victoria’s Secret runway.”

He sighed. “Now I know how you’ve been under the same roof and not ripped each other’s clothes off. These are boner killers. Hard dick repellant.”

“We’re not a real couple,” I maintained as I shrugged as if the words he’d said hadn’t stung just a little.

As much as I liked to tell myself that Ben and I sticking to our agreement and not allowing things to get physical was for the best, I couldn’t help but feel a little bit disappointed that he hadn’t even tried to broach the subject.

Maybe Trevor was right. Maybe I should wear something more inspirational.

No, I thought to myself. That was ridiculous.

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