Page 35 of Fear of Intimacy

“You can come workout with me sometimes if you want.”

“I wouldn’t want to embarrass you with how much I canlift,” I teased. Yeah, cause that was the real reason I didn’t want to go workout with Trevor.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep. These muscles don’t build themselves.” I brought my arm up and flexed.

“I can see that. Although, I think mine are better.” Trevor mirrored my action, making his T-shirt strain against his muscles. The sight of his forearms and biceps made my mouth dry but like hell if I was going to let him see how he affected me. Why did he have to be so attractive with those damn tattoos?

“I don’t see anything? You sure there’s muscle there?” I made a show of squinting my eyes as if I didn’t see anything. The guy was insanely huge and had biceps the size of my head.

“You’re a little shit.” Using his shoulder, he shoved me to the side. I was already close to the edge, and since the dude was stronger than he realized, I tipped to the side, ready to fall off the rock. Before any noise could even leave my mouth, a pair of hands grabbed me by the waist and yanked me back.

I smashed into Trevor’s side with a yelp. If I had fallen off the rock, I would have ended up in the water. Turning in his hold, I slapped his arm. “You almost made me fall in the water!”

“Yeah, but I saved you, didn’t I?”

“You are so mean!” With each word, I smacked his arm harder, which only made him laugh.

“It’s not like you would have died.”

“We don’t know what’s in the water! I could have hit my head on rocks or something.” When he just kept laughing, I shoved him. Catching him by surprise, he tilted to the side. I did nothing but sit there and watch as he slipped and fell right into the water.

Trevor landed with a loud splash. Scooting forward, I peered over the rock as Trevor’s head reemerged. Wiping water from his face, he glared up at me.

“Sorry,” I squeaked. I didn’t mean to shove him hard enough to fall in.

“Tasha.”

“I truly am sorry.” But the damn smile on my face appeared again.

“That was on purpose.” He pushed through the water toward me.

“It really wasn’t.” My eyes roamed his face, stopping on the hair stuck to his forehead before finding his shirt glued to his upper body. I swallowed thickly at the sight of the fabric clinging to his abs and chest.

“I don’t believe you.” He came to a stop right below the rock and stared up at me. There was something about seeing him fully clothed and wet. Who knew a T-shirt could form so well to a body? No wonder guys liked wet T-shirt contests.

“How’s the water?”

The look on Trevor’s face had me snorting. He looked less than amused. “Help me up, will you?”

“No. I’m not that much of an idiot.” I shook my head. I knew if I tried to help him, he’d pull me right into the water with him.

“I won’t.” Trevor promised, extending an arm up.

“Yeah, I still don’t believe you.” Gesturing to a few smaller rocks to the right of us, I said, “Try getting up over there.”

“Wow, you push me into the water and won’t even help me out? You really are mean.”

“I didn’t push you in!”

“Come on, Sunshine, please? The water is getting colder.” I stared down at him with a raised eyebrow. “I promise on all things holy that I won’t pull you in,” he added.

Seeing nothing but sincerity on his face, I let out a sigh.

“Fine, but if you pull me in, you will regret it.” Moving to the edge of the rock, I got on my knees and held out a hand. I wasn’t sure how much help I’d really be. I watched him wearily as he put one hand on the rock and the other grabbed mine.

I pulled his arm up hard, trying my best to help lift him out of the water, but the guy weighed a shit ton. Trevor did most of the work in lifting himself. Helping was pretty much worthless.

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