Page 16 of Fear of Intimacy

“You have very large hands,” my mouth suddenly blurted, the alcohol controlling the words coming out of my mouth.

“Do I?” Trevor kept walking us forward, but I could see the smirk that graced his lips.

“Yeah, they’re very manly too.” I was definitely going to regret what I was saying when I sobered up. “Bet you know how to use them.” If it wasn’t for the alcohol swimming through my veins, my face would be the same shade of a tomato. But drunk me had no filter. She also didn’t blush.

“Wow, you are way drunker than I thought,” Trevor noted before stopping beside the lounge chair that held my stuff. “Think you can stand on your own for a second?”

I nodded despite the world spinning in circles.

I watched, fascinated, as Trevor picked up my beach bag and made sure everything was inside of it. My eyes were glued to his hands. Hands that were making me think things I shouldn’t.

“Here you go.” He held out the cover up I wore over my bikini on the way down to the beach.

I shook my head. “I don’t want to.”

“You’re not walking around the hotel in just that.” Trevor glanced at the pale blue bikini I had on. His eyes lingered on my chest and the tiny bit of fabric that covered my nipples.

“Here.” He stepped forward for me to put my arms through it. I wouldn’t say the see-through cover up covered anything, but the intense look on his face had me doing as he asked.

Once Trevor was satisfied that my body wasn’t available for all to see, he grabbed my beach bag and held out his hand for me to hold. “Let's get you cleaned up.”

I didn’t even hesitate placing my hand in his. It was weird to think a person could feel something from just a palm slid against their own, but even in my drunk fog, I felt the zing that shot up my arm. The way my hand seemed to fitperfectly in his as he wrapped his fingers through mine wasn’t lost on me either.

I was vaguely aware of our friends around us as we slowly made our way back to the hotel. At least it wasn’t a long walk, but my foot coordination was slightly off, making Trevor tighten his hold on me.

“Drunk on our first day on vacation. Why am I not surprised?” Trevor teased.

“Hey, Mila was the one ordering all the drinks,” I said, defending myself. “Who am I to say no?” Who passed on free alcohol?

“Hm.”

“Don’t be jealous.” I patted his arm. A very nice arm, that was. “I can get you some. I know a guy.” I even went as far as sending him a wink. The sober side of me wanted to smack my hand to my face to hide my embarrassment.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I could tell Trevor was trying not to laugh as we made it up the walkway to the hotel.

“Party baby!” Josie suddenly yelled behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see her waving her arm in the air as she was being carried on Wyatt’s back. The look on Wyatt’s face made me giggle. She yelled right in his ear, making him wince. When Josie got drunk, she tended to be louder than normal.

“Woo!” I echoed just as flamboyantly. A few heads turned to stare at us as we walked by. Wyatt and Trevor shared a look before shaking their heads. I had no clue where Mila or Lydia ended up, too busy trying to ignore the feel of Trevor pressed against me and failing. Between him and the alcohol, I wasn’t sure which was making my head swirl more.

As we neared the front doors, we passed by one of the hotel workers carrying a tray of drinks. Trevor quickly flagged him down.

“Can we get a couple of water bottles by chance?” Icouldn’t tell if he recognized Trevor or if he saw the desperation on Trevor’s face more than anything, but he quickly handed over two waters from his tray. “Thanks, man.”

I stood there watching, not fully registering anything, as Trevor graciously helped Wyatt open the water and hand it to Josie before turning to me.“Drink this.”

I stared at the water bottle in his hand like it was a snake.

“Why?” I frowned and narrowed my eyes at the drink. A margarita sounded better.

“Tasha, drink.”

My eyes widened at the demand. The way his voice got low and husky made my entire body shiver, not with fear, no it was all excitement. Looking up at his face, I found him staring down at me with those gorgeous green eyes, his jaw clenched, clearly not budging.

“Tasha,” he warned again. Reluctantly, I reached out and grabbed the bottle, downing half of it in one go. “Good girl. There you go.” The praise did something weird to my chest and stomach.

I just stood there silently, staring up at him, the water bottle now clenched in my hands. Because of the damn alcohol, I couldn’t quite grasp the emotions that brewed inside of me, nor the expression clearly written on Trevor’s face.

“Let’s get you back to your room, yeah?”

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