Page 36 of Fear of Intimacy

Water ran off his clothes and soaked the spot we were just sitting on. Seeing just how soaked he was, I was glad I put both of our phones in my little bag the last time we stopped to catch my breath.

“Have a nice swim?”

“Want me to throw you in?” he threatened.

“You wouldn’t.” I narrowed my eyes at his threat.

“Oh, I would.”

I took a small step back, shaking my head. “Nope, you promised.”

“But I—” Trevor started to speak, but the sound of one of our phones ringing cut him off. Surprised we had service, I reached into my bag and pulled out my phone. Lydia’s number flashed across it.

“Hello?” I quickly answered.

“Where the hell are you? We’ve been trying to call for the last half hour.”

“Sorry, we haven’t had service.” Movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. While Lydia talked away in my ear, all I could focus on was Trevor grabbing the neck of his shirt before pulling it up and over his head.

My mouth instantly went dry.Holy fuck.Nothing could top the way he looked shirtless covered in all those tattoos.My eyes followed the path of a line of water droplets as theyran down his chest and in between his abs.The things I would do….

“Tasha!”Lydia’s voice snapped me out of the dirty thoughts racing through my mind.

“Yes?” I answered but my mind was elsewhere.

“You guys need to get back.”My mind worked overtime trying to remember what our plans were for the rest of the day.“The lighthouse,”Lydia emphasized.

Shit, the lighthouse.

“We’re leaving right now. I’ll text you as soon as we get close.”

“Try and hurry cause we can only hold off for so long.”Her voice went soft. I knew what she meant as I quickly said bye and hung up the phone.

“We got to go.” I moved to step around Trevor.

“Why?”

“Lighthouse,” was all I said.

“Oh shit.”

“Here, hold this so I can get down.” Not even thinking, I handed over both my phone and my bag to Trevor. I was so busy looking down that I didn’t see the smirk on his face, which was a huge mistake.

I had absolutely no warning as Trevor’s hand touched my shoulder and gave me a shove. It wasn’t a soft shove either. I barely shrieked before my body crashed into the water. Breaking the surface of the water, I sputtered before turning my gaze to Trevor. He stood above on the rock, staring down at me with a wide grin.

That fucking asshole.

“How’s the water?” He had the balls to throw my words back at me. A wave of calmness settled over me as I swam toward him.

“You are so dead.” My voice came out even, which only amused Trevor even more. He extended his hand out to helpme up but I ignored it, grabbing onto the rocks and pulling myself up instead. My wet clothes weighed me down.

I stood in front of him, completely drenched. My hair fell out of its ponytail as I leveled him with a glare.

“If we didn’t have to get back I’d be shoving your head under the water right now.” We didn’t have time to mess around, but boy, was I tempted to tackle him right back into it.

“You looked a little warm. Thought I’d help out.” Trevor shrugged. The movement brought my attention back to his bare chest.

Shaking my head, I pulled my hair over my shoulder and squeezed out the excess water. I felt it trail down my spine and the back of my legs, making me grimace. My socks squished in my wet shoes. Great, now I’d have to walk in them.

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