Page 66 of Fear of Intimacy

“Sorry for dropping by unannounced…again.” I didn’t think I could ever be mad at Trevor for just dropping by.

“Don’t be, I’m glad you did.”

I'd never had a guy bring me food or show up without having to be asked. Part of it was me. I always kept guys at arm's length, not fully letting myself be open. The other half of it was the men I dated. They were never the type of guys you’d fall in love with and marry. I knew that, which was why I picked them.

But I was tired of the meaningless guys. I wanted someone who showed up, or wanted me for me. Just like the man standing in my kitchen right now.

I was a little self-conscious about having Trevor in my apartment. I couldn’t remember the last time a guy was over, but Trevor wasn’t just some guy. It wasn’t lost on me that one of the star players for the Toronto Knights was showing up at my door and bringing me food.

I may not have been the biggest hockey fan, but even I knew that Trevor Hall was a big deal. Since Wyatt and Bryton were off the market, Trevor was now considered the most eligible bachelor on the team. Countless times, I'd walked past billboards with his face and abs, hearing girls go on about how attractive he was. I knew for a fact tons of women would have killed to be me.

“So, tell me,” I said once we had eaten a little. The TV played mutedly in the background. “What do you do when you aren’t at practice or playing hockey?”

I was always curious what they did in the off season or in between games. There was only so much practice and working out you could do. Although, they did get paid enough to never have to work another day in their lives.

“You wanna know if I have a side job?”

“Yep. Are you secretly a stripper?”

“With a body like mine, I could be.” He gestured to his abs.

“It’s not that spectacular.” I rolled my eyes at him, eating another mouthful of noodles.

“I recall you saying differently just the other night.” He raised an eyebrow at me. Damn him and his nice eyebrows.

“Nope. Wasn’t me.” I shook my head, putting my food on the table.

“Oh, it wasn’t you that pushed me onto my back and proceeded tolickmy abs?” At his words, my face heated. I knew my cheeks were bright red from the smirk on Trevor’s face.

“Pig,” I muttered, kicking his leg. His hand grabbed my foot faster than I could retract it. “Don’t you even dare!” I tried to wiggle my foot free when he brought his hand up to it as if he was going to tickle me.

“Admit that my abs are delicious,” he threatened with his hand inches from the sole of my foot. I narrowed my eyes at him as he smirked at me.

“You can’t threaten me.”

“Are you sure about that?” He brought his hand closer, causing me to squirm. Okay, maybe he could but he didn’t need to know that.

“Yep.” I stuck my chin out but kept my eyes on his hand.

“I don’t believe you.” While his hand didn’t move, his other hand cupped my ankle, his fingers softly stroking the skin. He was purposely distracting me. “Let's hear it.”

“Never.” I tried to act tough.

“Fine. Have it your way.” Before I could say anything else, he started tickling my foot.

My whole body jerked and a very unladylike squeal came out of my mouth. “Trevor!”

He kept a tight grip on me as he continued. I foughtagainst his hold until I managed to kick him in the chest hard enough that I sent him to the floor with a loud thud.

Breathing heavily, I sat up, looking down at him as he laid on his back, eyes closed.

“Trevor?” When he didn’t respond, I moved closer. “Trevor?”

Noticing that the table was moved a little to the side, I jumped off the couch.

“Trevor!” Oh God, what if he hit his head on the corner of the table? Starting to freak out, I stood over him, hands moving around, not really sure what to do. “Trev—” I was cut off when a pair of hands grabbed the back of my calves, yanking me down.

I landed on top of him, straddling his waist, hands on his chest. A mischievous smirk appeared on his face as he looked up at me, his hands moving to rest on the tops of my thighs.

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