Page 18 of Fear of Intimacy

“You okay?” Swallowing thickly, I nodded, stepping back. “Let's get out of here.” Trevor gently steered me out of the hotel and toward the beach, his hand lingering at the small of my back before he dropped it.

We walked in silence for a bit, following the string of people also looking to spend the rest of their night by the water. Silence grew between us and I knew I had to say something.

“Thanks for helping me to my room earlier.”

“Of course. Glad you guys didn’t do anything stupid or get in the water.”

“Excuse me. Stupid? We are smart drunks for your information.”

“Josie told us about the swimming pool incident in uni. Not sure I’d say that was smart.” Trevor said.

“First off, I didn’t know you knew that story. And second, we got away with it, so.” I shrugged.

“Let me take a wild guess that it was your idea?” He looked over at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Of course. Who else would have come up with such an iconic idea?” I grinned like a Cheshire cat. Trevor just shook his head at me. “You can’t tell me you didn’t do something stupid in school.”

Out of the guys, I knew Trevor was the troublemaker. Hewas probably the guy who went to tons of parties and slept around.

“I mean, everyone did,” Trevor answered but didn’t elaborate. I wasn’t letting him off the hook, though, not when he already knew one of my stories.

“And? Not gonna share?” I nudged him with my shoulder. I could make out the bonfire up ahead as we reached the sand. Waiting for his answer, I slipped off my flip-flops and started in the direction of where we needed to go.

“Okay, fine,” Trevor finally relented. Together, the two of us walked side by side. “It was my freshman year, we just won our tenth game, and decided to go out and celebrate.”

I listened intently as he spoke. This was the longest we’d been around each other, and I didn’t really want it to end. His presence next to me gave me this odd sense of security

“Long story short, I got super drunk. Drunk enough I barely remembered anything that happened. The next morning, Wyatt showed me his phone. Apparently, I thought it would be a genius idea to strip butt naked and run down the street singing at the top of my lungs.”

He barely finished before I was laughing. The thought of Trevor streaking and belting out lyrics made me cackle.

“Oh, there’s more.” The grin on my face somehow got wider as he continued. “On the video, you can see me running down the street,” Trevor paused for a moment as if preparing himself for the rest of the story. “At the same time, a family of four walked by with their kids.”

I lost it.

Bending over, my whole body shook with laughter. He ran naked in front of an entire family? I lifted a hand as if to tell him to stop because I couldn’t take anymore. I really couldn’t, not when I could hardly catch my breath.

“Tasha,” Trevor said but I couldn’t stop. “It’s not that funny.”

“Y-yes, it is,” I barely got out. I looked up with tears in my eyes to find him giving me a flat look, which just made me roar that much harder.

“Uh-huh, keep laughing.”

“Oh God,” I wheezed, hands on my waist as I tried to calm down. “Sorry, that was just?—”

“I shouldn’t have told you that story.”

“Oh no, you definitely should have. Does Wyatt still have the video?” I wiped at my cheeks.

“Like I’m going to tell you that.” Trevor quickly shut that down.

“Why not?”

“Knowing you, you’ll send it to yourself and everyone else.” He said.

“I…” He sent me a look. “Okay, fine, I would.”

“Thought so.”

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