Page 63 of Fear of Intimacy

“I got onion rings too.”

My mouth instantly watered at his words. I was a sucker for Rick’s onion rings.

“I could kiss you right now.”

“Which reminds me.” Trevor grabbed my hand, twirling me to face him. He wasted no time leaning down to kiss me.

The feel of his lips against mine made me forget everything that was going on in my mind. It was like he silenced it all, and all I could do was focus on him. Trevor filled mysenses as I kissed him back. I grabbed the front of his shirt as I pressed into him.

Finally pulling away, my eyes fluttered open to meet his. The smile on his face did something to my stomach.

“Now you can eat.” I stood there, gaping at him, my mind trying to catch up. Whenever Trevor kissed me, it was like my brain turned to goo.

“I had no idea my kisses were good enough to make a person forget about one of Rick’s hamburgers.

“Oh, hush.” Ignoring his gaze, I took a seat, reaching for the to-go boxes. As soon as I opened the container with onion rings, I dug in. I could have eaten them every single day for the rest of my life.

“Gonna share?”

I shook my head, stuffing another ring in my mouth. “Get your own.”

“Wow, that's the thanks I get for bringing you food?” His expression morphed to something of mock hurt. We both knew it was just a ruse.

“Fine.” With a sigh, I grabbed an onion ring, purposely picking the smallest one, extending it out. “Here.” He took it with a raised eyebrow. “Be happy you got one.”

Shaking his head, the two of us dug into our food. I kept glancing over at him, still shocked he was actually here but glad he was.

“Thank you for the food,” I said after a little bit.

“Of course. Although, my intentions were a bit selfish.” Trevor looked down at his food, his cheeks a little pink. “I wanted to see you.” As if my heart could flutter anymore.

“Well, feel free to be selfish more often.”

“Will do.” We shared a smile. I felt like a teenager sitting in front of her crush, blushing while a kaleidoscope of butterflies flapped in her stomach.

“How was practice?”

“Good. Coach was a hard ass, as always.” Coach Barnum was known for being an ass but winning multiple Cup Championships,I think you kind of had to be.

“Ready for your first game next week?” I may not have been as big of a hockey fan as Josie—the girl could make someone deaf with her screaming while watching the games—but I knew enough. Kind of hard not to when you lived in the hockey capital. Plus, Josie practically forced me to watch games with her, so I managed to pick up what actually went on in a game.

“Yeah, we have a new defensive player and he’s not bad, but he keeps letting goals through. He needs to lean more into the goalie and keep his stick straight.” While I learned a lot about the game, there were still things I didn’t know- like the importance of a player keeping his stick at a certain angle. “He’ll get there, though.”

I caught the last part of his sentence, but I was too focused on how endearing he looked when he talked about hockey.

“You love it, don’t you?” At the look on his face, I clarified. “Hockey.”

“I do.” The smile that appeared on his face made me want to smile. “I didn’t even play hockey until high school.”

“Oh?” Toeing my heels off, I curled my legs underneath me.

“I grew up in Elora, and there was only one ice rink in the entire town. It was always packed, but in order to skate, you had to pay.” Trevor grabbed a french fry as he spoke. “Since I didn’t have a lot of money growing up, I couldn’t ever go and skate. Even when my friends wanted to go, I couldn’t. I did sneak in a few times, though.”

“Such a rule breaker,” I teased.

“When I got to high school, my only priority was to graduate and move. My sophomore year, my school started theirfirst hockey team, so I went to tryouts. Found out I was pretty damn good.”

“Played ever since?”

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