Page 86 of Fear of Intimacy

“How much do you wanna bet he’s off telling everyone right now,” Trevor commented. I dropped my forehead on his chest with a sigh. It wouldn’t be bad if everyone knew, it just wasn’t the way I wanted everyone to find out.

“I mean, it’s not the worst thing,” Trevor whispered, his hands softly rubbing my sides. “Now I can touch you without worrying if someone will see.”

That’s true. We wouldn’t have to keep our distance from one another, which seemed like an impossible task.

Josie’s words from the car popped into my head. I didn’t want Trevor seeing or talking to some other girl. The thought alone felt like someone was stabbing my chest. Before we went out there to all of our friends, I needed to know one thing.

Pulling back so I could see his face, I steeled myself for what I was about to ask. This could very well be the moment that changed everything between us. He could either say yes or no, and we’d be over.

“Trevor I…” I struggled to say the words. What the hell was wrong with me? I didn’t struggle with what I wanted to say or going for what I wanted. When I wanted something, I went for it without second-guessing myself. Yet here in front of Trevor I was scared to talk. He turned me into a nervous school girl.

Trevor patiently waited for me to continue. His hands never once stopped their movement against my skin.

Tasha. Woman up and do it.

“Before we go out there, I need to know something.” I stared up into the eyes I came to fall for. “What we’re doing isn’t just a…fling, right?”

“A fling?”

“Yeah, like are we exclusive?” My heart pounded in my chest as I spoke. “I just don’t want to go out there and tell our friends if this is just a temporary arrangement.” Yep, I was rambling.

“Tasha.” Trevor’s hands left my hips and came up to cup my face. “You really have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

My hands moved to grip the front of his shirt as he continued staring into my eyes.

“This is not a fling. Not to me.” My heart soared at hiswords. This wasn’t a fling to me either. “I’m only going to say this once, and I’m sorry if I come off as a possessive douchebag.”

Positioning his thumbs under my jaw, he tilted my head back, leaning down farther so he wasn’t towering over me more than he was before.

“I want you to be mine and mine only.”

“Why me?” The words left my lips before I could stop them.

“Because, for the first time in my life I don’t wake up thinking about hockey. I wake up thinking about you. You aremine,Tasha. No other guy gets to look at you. Talk to you. Touch you. Is that understood?”

His admission did something to my insides. The words themselves were beyond possessive and demanding, but not necessarily in a ‘I own you’ type of way. Trevor was staking his claim, yes, but he also made me feel like I had all the power. It only made me want him that much more.

I liked the sound of being his and only his.

“Sunshine.” His voice pulled me back from thoughts. “Understood?”

“Understood,” I breathed. “Same goes for you. You’re mine.”I spoke with the same amount of intensity. If he was going to be possessive then so was I.

His lip lifted at my tone.

“I’m yours.”

His mouth met mine, his tongue dancing over my own as if he was signing his name on a dotted line, as if we just sealed a deal. Before the kiss turned into something more, I pulled back with a smile.

“Okay, let’s do this.” I said.

“We’ll just act normal and see if they say something. Maybe the idiot didn’t say anything.” Trevor suggested.

“You’ve met Mateo, right?” I laughed. I was pretty sure he had already told everyone.

Pecking my lips one last time, Trevor gently picked me up off the counter and sat me on my feet. Giving me a reassuring smile, he opened the door, glancing around in case anyone was right there. Taking a deep breath, the two of us left the confines of the bathroom and headed back toward the kitchen.

I could hear everyone talking as we got closer.Okay, here we go.Bracing myself for the questions to be thrown at us, Trevor and I slipped into the kitchen.

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