Page 133 of The Perfect Love

With a sigh, I close my texts and toss my phone onto my seat. It’s not that I don’t want to see them, but it makes me sad it doesn’t excite me like it once did. Then again, there’s a reason for that. People talk about moving on from a relationship after a breakup, but no one talks about how hard it is to let go of a friendship, even when it’s hurting you.

Whatever.

I tuck those feelings into a box for another day and take the short drive back to my apartment. My mood is still a little funky when I get home, but then I walk into my bedroom and find Trevor splayed out on my bed, reading a book.

I stop just inside the doorway and enjoy the view.

“I could get used to coming home to this.”

He pulls the book down enough so he can see me.

“Should I flex a little?”

“No. You’re perfect.”

So perfect. Perfectly delicious. Which must be why I’m licking my lips.

I drop all my shit on the floor and cross the room to him. Tossing his book to the side, I climb on top of him and kiss him like a wild woman.

“Someone’s feeling frisky,” Trevor murmurs against my lips.

I pull back slightly and meet his eyes as I roll my hips. “I told you I have a high sex drive. Are you ready to keep up?”

He wraps his arms around me and does some crazy spin move that leads to me lying on the bed. He stretches out beside me and kisses my neck, running his fingers along the edge of my waistband.

“What do you want today? A toy or my fingers?”

I swallow down the nerves that are always there when we try something new and say, “Your mouth.”

When it occurred to me the other day, I was surprised by how right it felt. But thinking about it, I guess it makes sense that oral sex might be easier. That wasn’t a part of my assault. He only used one part of his body. That’s why I’m still not ready for sex. I want Trevor every way I can get him, but there’s no rush for me to be ready for that step, so I’m taking my time.

But this feels right.

He sits up. “Chels…”

“Trevor,” I whine, knowing where this is going.

“I thought we agreed you’d make decisions like this outside of the moment.”

“I was going to text you with the gist of that, but then I saw a text from Bridget and Lex, and it left my brain.”

“Time out. What was their text about? Did they say something else shitty?”

“No. They asked if we could get together with them over winter break.”

“We?”

“They want to meet you.”

He lets out a little laugh. “They might regret that.”

“Trevor! Stop changing the subject.”

“Fine.” He strips his shirt off, then undoes the button of his jeans. “But I still want to be sure you’re ready for this. That you won’t regret it later.”

I stand up and meet his gaze, staring him down as I pull my shirt off, then shove down my pants. “I thought we agreed you’d trust that I know what I’m ready for and can tell you if something doesn’t feel right.” I raise my eyebrows, but he doesn’t say anything. Just smiles, all charming and sincere. Irritating as fuck. So I pull off my bra, then glide my underwear down my legs until I’m standing in front of him, stark naked. “I don’t need protection from myself. Now eat my pussy.”

He sucks in a sharp breath, eyes gleaming with trouble.

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