Page 72 of Fear of Intimacy

Trevor leaned down to pick up a decent-sized pumpkin. “How about this one?”

“It doesn’t have a good stem, though.” I thought, at that point, Trevor would have been over it and ready to go, but he just smiled and put the pumpkin down.

I weaved in between rows as the gray clouds about us got darker. I was glad I decided to wear jeans and a sweater, not the cute dress I initially picked out.

When Trevor asked me out on a date, I never expected we'd end up on a farm. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but this was beyond what I could’ve imagined.

We were doing things a bit backwards. Sleeping together and then going on a date, but I didn’t mind. We were doing things our way, and I liked it.

I looked around for another few minutes before spotting the pumpkin I wanted. It was perfect—light orange, tall and wide, and a stem that curled at the end. Bending down, I grabbed it.

“This one.” I declared to an amused Trevor as I held it up. He reached out and took it from me, putting it on the wagon next to his.

“Ready to go?” With rain threatening overhead, it was time to go, even though I wanted to stay forever. I always enjoyed getting out of the city and enjoying somewhere more peaceful.

“Let's go.” Placing my hand in his, the two of us made our way back to the front of the farm to pay for our pumpkins.

As we walked hand in hand, a sudden image popped into my head, making me pause. I could see it. See us a few years from now doing this exact thing every October. Us walking around and laughing, taking pictures on top of giant pumpkins with gourds surrounding them. It was bizarre, but I could see it so clearly.

Glancing up at Trevor, I realized the thought of being with him years from now didn’t freak me out. Instead, I was almost giddy from the idea.

“Getting hungry?”Trevor asked as we got back in the car. Pumpkins secured in the backseat.

“Starving.”

“I have the perfect place in mind.”

As Trevor started driving back in the direction we came in, I frowned down at his hand that was resting on the gear shift. With a huff, I reached down, grabbed it, and moved it onto my leg.

Beside me, Trevor chuckled, squeezing my thigh softly.

“The hand goes here. Always.”

“Noted.”

Aside from the fact that physical touch was one of my love languages, I just liked having Trevor touch me. It made me feel safe.

We drove for another ten minutes before we hit a little town. It was one of those towns you read about in books where only a few hundred people lived and everyone knew everyone. We must have been driving down the main road because shops lined both sides of the street.

Trevor turned the car into what looked like a cute diner, the sign out front reading Lucille’s.When Trevor told me to stay put, my lips twitched into a smile. I waited as he came around the front and opened my car door for me like a true gentleman.

“M’Lady.” Trevor bowed, holding his arm out.

“Thank you, good sir,” I replied back in a fake British accent.

With a shared smile, the two of us walked hand in hand inside the diner. The moment we stepped through the doors, I was hit with that homey vibe that only family-owned diners had.

The place was small and almost every seat was filled. We managed to find a booth near the back and took a seat. Glancing around, I noticed all the stuff on the walls. Fromwhat I could see, there was a mix of pictures, posters, and jerseys.

“The Boone family used to bring me here with them when we went to the pumpkin patch,” Trevor said out of the blue.

“Oh really?”

“His family pretty much took me in even though I was nineteen and in college. Evelyn would all but demand I come to their house during the weekends for dinner and on holidays. We would do the pumpkin patch then hit up this place afterward.”

The way Trevor spoke about Wyatt’s family brought a smile to my face. He clearly loved them like his own. It came as no surprise that Wyatt’s mom, Evelyn, would take Trevor under her wing. She was literally a mom to everyone. Every time I saw her she treated me as if I were her own.

“Well, I’m honored you brought me here.” I placed my hand on his across the table. It was clear this place meant something to him.

---