Page 53 of Fear of Intimacy

“Shhh. Sleep.” A heavy arm settled around my waist, keeping me in place against his side.

I laid there stiff against him as I inwardly freaked out. I tried my hardest not to think about the hard muscle under my right hand that was placed on his bare chest.

“Relax,” Trevor whispered, his hand softly squeezing my hip.

Taking a few deep breaths, I forced myself to loosen up in his hold. Mixed with the warmth radiating off of his body and the protective way he was holding me, I soon found myself dozing off, my exhaustion finally catching up with me.

17

TASHA

This time when I woke up, there were no interruptions from my phone. Instead, it was quiet, which was slightly odd considering my apartment was right next to a road that constantly had high amounts of traffic. It took a moment to remember what happened earlier. The phone call from my mom, driving all the way to Trevor’s apartment, our kiss in the rain.

Sitting up, I looked around only to find the bedroom empty. The spot next to me was still a little warm so Trevor must not have left too long ago.

Unsure of the time, I quietly slipped out of bed, although I wanted nothing more than to stay in it all day. The dude had the comfiest bed I'd ever slept on. After a quick use of the bathroom, I left Trevor’s room. I could hear the patter of rain against the roof and windows, the dark clouds making it hard to tell the time of day.

Coming out of the bedroom, my curiosity came back in full force. With Trevor nowhere to be found, I finally let myself peek around his place since I didn’t get the chance when I came in earlier. Trevor living in an actual house wassurprising. Most people our age lived in apartments since it was cheaper and easier to take care of. He was away for games a lot during the season, so it made me wonder who took care of the place when he was gone.

All on one level with at least two bedrooms, it was almost like the little bungalow was made for a couple. I was too busy ogling Trevor early this morning to take the time to notice how well-decorated his living space was. I wasn’t sure if he did it himself but I was impressed with the gray colored couch that took up most of the living room. It could easily fit ten people and looked just as comfortable. There were pictures of wintery mountains and scenery hanging on his walls.

The sound of clinking pans drew my attention toward an archway off to the side of the living room. Following it, I walked through a wide threshold and came to a stop on the edge of a gorgeous kitchen. A huge island sat right in the middle with barstools on one side. Deep blue cabinets contrasted beautifully against the white granite.

Immediately, my eyes landed on the figure leaning over the stove. Still dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants and no shirt, Trevor stirred whatever he had on the stove, totally oblivious that I was behind him.

The corner of my lip tilted up as I leaned against the wall, watching him. Damn, the sight of a shirtless man in the kitchen was enough to make any girl swoon but seeing a muscular back with tattoos was a whole other thing. All I wanted to do was run my nails down that back and see what was under those sweatpants. Who knew I’d be so attracted to hockey players?

I could get used to seeing that view.

The thought came out of nowhere, surprising me. But what was more shocking was how it didn’t scare me as much as before.

“What are you making?” I asked a moment later. At the sound of my voice, Trevor flinched, whirling around with a spatula in his hand. He had it raised as if to defend himself. “If I was an intruder, you’d already be dead.” I raised an eyebrow at him, crossing my arms.

“I’ll have you know, I am quite skilled with a spatula.” I knew he was trying to sound intimidating but it only made me grin.

“Yeah, okay.” Pushing off the wall, I walked farther into the kitchen, going around the island. “Is that…eggs?”

“Thought you’d be hungry.” Reaching up, Trevor rubbed the side of his neck, looking almost embarrassed. It was beyond sweet he thought to make me something.

“I am.”

“Take a seat, m’lady.” With a fake British accent, Trevor gestured to the barstools.

“Thank you, good sir.” Who was I to say no to a hot guy making me food?

I was more than happy to sit there and watch Trevor move around the kitchen. The sight had me clenching my thighs together under the counter.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll burn the eggs,” Trevor told me, his back facing me.

My cheeks heated at being caught staring. “I wasn’t looking,” I lied, making him chuckle.

“Suuure. So that wasn’t your eyes I felt undressing me?” He glanced over his shoulder at me, smirking.

“Must have a ghost in here.” I shrugged, making a show of looking around.

“Uh-huh.” Still smirking, Trevor leaned over the counter and placed a yummy-looking omelet in front of me.

“Thank you.” My heart stuttered in my chest at the act of him cooking for me. Avoiding his eyes, I took a bite. I couldn’t look at him without wanting to kiss him. The two ofus probably needed to talk about a few things before we…continued on that path.

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