Page 43 of Fear of Intimacy

While I washed my hands, a group of girls stumbled over to the sinks, talking loudly. I tried to ignore them, but I couldn’t help but overhear what they were saying.

“Did you see how hot he was?”

“I would let him throw me against a wall.”

“Those tattoos.”

I immediately knew who they were referring to. Who was standing outside the women’s bathroom with tattoos and was extremely attractive? That would be Trevor. Lookingthrough the grungy mirror, I listened to the girls rave about him.

In a weird way, I felt a bit smug at them talking about Trevor. He was attractive and always grabbed women’s attention when he was out, but they weren’t the ones going home with him. He wasn’t going to walkthemback to their room and make sure they were okay. Nope, that wasme.

So, they could say what they wanted, but they had no chance.

Smirking to myself, I let them walk out in front of me, catching sight of Trevor leaning against the wall waiting for me. Unable to help myself, I firmly pushed my way through the girls standing there. I felt their eyes snap toward me as I went up to him, sending him a wide smile as I hooked my arm through his.

With a quick glance over my shoulder, I caught the glares from the girls, but my smug grin only got wider. I refrained from winking at them, and instead tugged Trevor away from the bathrooms, back to where our friends were waiting for us.

I knew I practically staked my claim on someone who wasn’t even mine, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not right now anyway.

“What was that about?” Trevor asked, to which I just shrugged.

“Nothing.”

When we reached the booth that we managed to snag, I noticed only the guys were seated. None of them even glanced at Trevor and me, their eyes glued to the dance floor in front of us. Without looking, I knew my girls were dancing.

With each passing second, I felt the tension between Trevor and me grow. I know he knew what I did a second ago was anything but innocent, which meant I needed to getaway from him before I did something even more stupid. Without looking at him, I left him at the booth with the others and made my way toward my girls on the dance floor.

Upon seeing me, all three girls cheered. I looped my arm through Josie’s and let the music sink into my body as I let go.

Sweat ran down my back,making my hair stick to my neck and shoulders. My feet were starting to hurt, but I barely noticed it as I stumbled in the direction of our booth. Josie giggled against my side.

“Oh, shots.” She reached for one as Wyatt spoke.

“Want some water, babe?” Josie shook her head at his words, not even looking at him as she grabbed the clear glass and knocked it back. I followed her lead and took two, barely feeling the burn this time.

I caught my breath before Lydia was beside me, tugging on my arm, bringing me back to the dance floor before I could say a word.

“I love this song!” she yelled.

The two of us found a spot not too far from our booth, Lydia’s arms going around my neck as we danced together. The music was so loud that she had to bend her head to yell into my ear.

“Trevor hasn’t taken his eyes off of you.”

At her words my head instantly turned toward our booth, eyes landing on Trevor. True to her words, he sat there, watching me dance with Lydia. The heat of his stare burned my skin, even from afar.

Still moving my body, I watched as he brought his beerbottle to his lips, taking a long pull. I didn’t know what it was, but the action was erotic. My mind instantly went someplace dirty.

I was definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol as I found myself moving my hips more. My eyes were hooded as I kept my gaze on Trevor, my body grinding and rolling. A jolt of satisfaction ran through me at the way he leaned forward, forearms braced on his knees, eyes glued to me.

I couldn’t look away even if I tried. Under his gaze, I felt sexy. Sexier than I ever felt in my life. I knew I was pretty. I wasn’t blind. I knew guys loved my long legs and blonde hair. Saw my face, the same features as my mother, and thought I was a model. I was used tothosestares. But not the way Trevor was looking at me.

Looking at me like he would go to Hell and back just so he could watch me.

The alcohol in my system fueled my confidence. Lifting my hands up, I swayed my hips, loving the way Trevor’s eyes tracked the movement. With my heart racing, I closed my eyes and turned.

My head whirled at the movement, making me stumble, but a pair of arms caught me. Opening my eyes, I jerked out of the person’s hold and looked at the person standing there.

Johnno. Our snorkeling guide from the other day.

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