Page 60 of Snowed In With The Second Chance Daddy

I sway my hips side to side against his crotch, trying to awaken him.

“Iris,” he groans.

Twirling out of his arms in my bestNutcrackerstyle, I giggle and take his hand, pulling him toward the open doorway across the room, to our–hisbedroom. “Come on, don’t act coy.”

“I’m not, I just–”

I stop in the doorway. The bedroom looks almost the same compared to the rest of the apartment. In fact, my hair ties are still in a jar on the dresser. “You kept the bed?”

“I’m not going to get a whole new bed just because–”

“Your next girlfriend isn’t going to want to sleep in a bed you shared with your ex.” I whip around to pull him into my arms again.

I kiss shim with force, my teeth nipping at his lower lip. Marking him.

Mine.

Trevor huffs a darkening breath. “Iris–”

I grab the front of his pants, starting to undo the button. “Come on, let’s do this.”

Trevor’s hands link around my wrists. “Iris, honey,wait.”

I pause, furrowing my brow.

Trevor’s expression hardens. Not in a mean way, but…there’s something he’s not saying.

“What’s wrong?”

Trevor swallows, his gaze dropping from mine. “I need to tell you something.”

“Okay…”

He releases my wrists and goes to the window.

I stare after him with confusion and…fear. I’m afraid he’s going to– Well, he’s already broken my heart. How could he do it again?

Wouldhe do it again? I don’t even know what that would look like.

He leans an arm against the window and looks out at the lake.

“Trevor, what’s going on? You’re scaring me.”

“I’m just trying to think of the right thing to say and how to say it.”

I sit on the edge of the bed, folding my hands between my knees, trying to distract myself by picking at my nails. “Just say it.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“Well, you’ve said things that hurt me before, I can take it.” I try to laugh it off.

Trevor glances back at me, his curls casting long shadows on his face. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Well, I’ll be the judge of that.”

Trevor straightens up, scratches a hand through his hair, and then mutters, “This was a mistake.”

A knife to my chest. “Well, you shouldn’t have agreed to come with me tonight if it was–”

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