Page 33 of Fear of Intimacy

“I only speak the truth.” Trevor answered.

“Okay, I see how it’s going to be. Watch your back, Trevor Hall.” I narrowed my eyes at him. I would get him back for that comment. Giving him a fake stink eye, I brushed past him into a store.

The cute little shop we were in was your typical touristy place. Filled with shirts that had the island's name on them. Little souvenirs and trinkets. They even had an adorable stuffed turtle that I secretly wanted to get. I walked around on my own until I heard Trevor’s voice.

“What do you think of this?” I turned and paused at the sight before me.

Standing there, he wore a hat that had feathers stickingout the top. It was clearly a few sizes too small and barely rested on top of his head. With my attention on him, he did a little pose with his hands on his hips.

“So cute.” I said.

“I think it matches my outfit.” The bright purple hat didn’t match his green shirt. At all.“It’s missing something.” I tapped my chin as I walked toward him, a rack filled with sunglasses catching my eye. With an idea popping into my mind, I searched for the ugliest pair. Upon finding pink ones that had little stars on the sides, I grinned.

Turning to Trevor, I stood up on my toes, reaching to put the sunglasses on his face. I purposely picked a pair that would fit a toddler, not a six foot three grown man. They barely perched on his nose and didn’t even cover his eyes.

“Perfect.” I beamed up at him.

When Trevor popped his hip out and pretended to fling hair over his shoulder, I lost it. He looked beyond ridiculous but in a cute way. The only thing missing was a feather boa to tie it all together.

“Think I’m ready for the runway?”

“Oh, definitely. Give Gigi Hadid a run for her money.” I grinned ear to ear.

“You know it, honey.” He made his voice higher pitch as he brushed past me, walking down the aisle with a sway in his hips. Ahugeexaggerated sway. My laughter echoed around the shop, and I tried to stifle it but with each sashay and flick of Trevor’s hands, I couldn’t help it.

“Work, work, work,” Trevor said under his breath as he strutted. A few people in the store started staring at us, but Trevor paid them no mind.

When he came to a stop in front of me, I clapped and gave him a nod of approval.

“Beautiful.”

“I know.” He winked, taking the hat from his head,and placed it on mine. My breath caught in my throat when Trevor crouched down, getting level with my eyes before gently taking the sunglasses and sliding them on my face. His fingertips softly grazed my cheeks as he pulled back.

“Think they fit you better.” The grin on my face faltered at the intensity in his eyes. His gaze held me, his eyes lingering with an intensity that sent a chill through me. He looked at me as though he wanted to consume me entirely.

Swallowing thickly, I watched as Trevor’s eyes followed the movement. His jaw muscle twitched before he blinked and took a step back.

“Let’s see your model pose.” He said. Ignoring the fluttering in my chest, I flashed Trevor a wide smile.

When he pulled out his phone to take pictures of me, I rolled my eyes but started masquerading around. Each pose was crazier than the last. Trevor pretended to be my photographer as he gave me instructions and snapped an endless amount of pictures. After a few minutes, I was laughing too hard to continue.

“Should have been a model, Sunshine,” Trevor said, plucking the hat from my head and returning it to the rack.

“I know I missed my true calling.” I laughed, shaking my head. Glancing around, I looked for the others but found no one. “Where is everyone?”

With Trevor taller than me, he looked above my head and down the aisles.

“I think we’ve been abandoned,” he remarked.

“They just left us?” Making a face, I reached into my pocket for my phone. Finding a text from Josie, I quickly clicked it and read what she wrote.

Looked like you and Trev were having a great time, so we all went ahead to look at more shops. Text me in a bit. Have fun!

She followed the text with a winky emoji. I couldn’tdecide if I was pissed at the group for leaving us or happy to hang out with Trevor alone. Probably a mix of both.

“Yep, we’ve been left,” I said, shaking my head as I pocketed my phone.

“Let them miss out on the fun we’re having.” Trevor waved it off. “Let’s go do whatever we want.”

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