Page 23 of Fear of Intimacy

“Thank you for tonight,” I finally spoke as we walked through the lobby of the hotel.

“Would you want to do this again tomorrow night?” Trevor scratched the side of his neck as he asked, almost like he was nervous to bring it up. I found it cute. Trevor never struck me as a guy who got nervous about anything, let alonea girl. I found myself liking the fact that I made him react like that.

“I’d like that.”

“Okay. Good.” The corner of his lip tilted up as he nodded. Turning my head to the side, I hide my own smile.

We stayed quiet as we rode the elevator up to our floor. My steps slowed as we headed for our rooms, trying to savor this last moment. I had a good night. No, a great night. It wasn’t what I expected, but it turned out even better than I thought.

Coming to a stop in front of my room, I held back a sigh. With my head back, I met Trevor’s eyes. I went to open my mouth to say something but all the words got stuck in my throat.

Trevor seemed to sense my trouble. The corner of his mouth lifted in a soft smile. When he brought his hand up, my breathing stopped completely. His fingertips softly grazed the top of my cheek before tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

I couldn’t stop the tremor that ran down my spine at his touch. My eyes fluttered as my breathing picked back up. My heart raced. Trevor’s green eyes darkened as he stared down at me. The muscle in his jaw ticked.

I watched as he battled with himself before he dropped his hand back to his side and took a step back.

“Goodnight, Tasha.” I couldn’t form words as I stood there watching as he opened his door. I wanted to say something, but my mouth wouldn’t work. He glanced at me over his shoulder one last time before stepping through the threshold, leaving me there in the hallway.

“Goodnight, Trevor,” I whispered after he was already in his room.

9

TASHA

“Sorry about last night,” Josie said the next morning as we all sat down for breakfast at the same diner from yesterday. I took a big gulp of my coffee before answering. I was in desperate need of caffeine. I couldn’t fall asleep last night despite being tired, so I spent the majority of the night thinking about things. More specifically, Trevor. Being up early to go snorkeling also didn’t help.

“It’s okay.” I waved her off. To be honest, I forgot the others were supposed to join us last night.

“What did you end up doing?” When she asked, my eyes drifted on their own toward the person sitting at the end of the table. Trevor was talking to Bryton, but it was almost like he could feel my gaze on him because a second later his head turned toward me. My breath stilled for a second as we stared at one another. The intensity of his green eyes had me glancing away.

“Just walked on the beach for a little bit,” I answered, only telling part of the truth. Josie may have been my best friend, but for some reason, I wanted to keep what happened between Trevor and me a secret. At least for now. Wanting tochange the subject I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “And what did you do?”

The sheepish expression that crossed her face had me shaking my head and laughing under my breath.

“Of course you did.” Should have known her not showing up to the beach last night meant her and Wyatt were busy doing something else.

“Sorry.” She looked anything but.

“Are you guys ready for snorkeling?” Wyatt said a moment later.

Out of everyone at the table I was pretty sure I was the most excited. I'd never been and the thought of seeing sea life up close almost had me jumping in my seat. I was ready to eat and go.

“How long is it?” I asked.

“I’m pretty sure it's about three hours? The front desk said they’ll take us to a couple of locations via boat so it could take a bit longer,” Wyatt said.

Three hours of exploring the ocean and the sea bed was going to be amazing. I was seconds away from jumping up and saying screw breakfast, but I knew with a full day ahead, it’d be smart to eat. So instead, I reluctantly stayed seated and waited impatiently for my food.

Breakfast seemed to lag. My impatience didn’t help but neither did the slight tension between Trevor and me. I kept finding myself looking over at him. Pretty sure I felt his eyes on me a few times as well.

I was pretty certain the tension was all in my head, though, cause no one else seemed to be acting weird. Not even Trevor. But I wasn’t going to let myself dwell on it any longer. We were on vacation, and we were going to spend our day in the ocean so nothing was going to ruin my good mood. Not even overthinking.

Once breakfast was done, I all but sprinted for the elevatorsso we could go get changed. Behind me, I heard a chuckle so I flipped whoever it was the middle finger as I tapped my foot waiting for the elevator.

Trevor’s voice wrapped around me from behind. “The tour isn’t going anywhere.”

“But the animals are,” I retorted.

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