Page 47 of Fear of Intimacy

“No.” She was too happy in the mornings. Even in university, she was up and ready for her eight a.m. classes at the crack of dawn. I was fine getting up early, but it was best if no one talked to me for a good fifteen to twenty minutes.

“Ready for some breakfast?”At the mention of food, my stomach gurgled and my head throbbed. I definitely drank way too much last night. I answered her with a groan, which just made her laugh.

“I know, but you need something to eat, and it’s almost eleven. Come down and meet us at the little diner in the hotel.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes. Everyone will be here in a minute, so get your ass up.”The thought of getting up was not appealing.“The sooner you get here, the sooner we can sit on the beach until we leave.”

Josie knew my weak spot. Relaxing by the water before we had to go sounded pretty damn good right then. Especially with a long ass flight ahead of us.

“Fine. I’ll be down in a bit.”

Dropping my phone on the bed, I stretched, still wishing I could lay in bed longer. Forcing myself to get up, I was glad my head didn’t spin. Nothing was worse than getting dizzy while hungover.

Padding over to the bathroom, I briefly remember putting PJ’s on last night but the rest was a bit of a blur. A quick glance in the mirror showed the huge T-shirt I had on was inside out. Yep, definitely put this on drunk. I cringed seeing my smudged eyeliner and what looked like lipstick around my lips. Great.

Feeling beyond disgusting, I took a quick shower since I didn’t take one the night before. Knowing the others were waiting for me, I washed quicker than I would have liked, forgoing cleaning my hair. I could have spent another thirty minutes under the warm water. Not in the mood to get dressed up, I threw my hair into a high ponytail and slipped on a sundress. If we were going to go sit by the beach, I’d come back and change anyway. Not bothering with makeup, I grabbed my shoes and purse before leaving my room.

I must have looked pretty bad because the couple with two little kids in the elevator sent me some questionable looks. Almost like they’ve never seen a hungover person before. It took everything I had not to say something, but thankfully the elevator stopped at the lobby and I was able to high tail it out of there.

It wasn’t hard to find the table with my friends at the hotel restaurant. I was the last one to show up, and judging by the looks of Mila and Lydia, I wasn’t the only one whowas hungover. I couldn’t even remember when I got back to the hotel or how.

“Hey, sleeping beauty.” Josie grinned up at me as I slid into a chair across from her and Wyatt. I briefly registered that Trevor was on one side of me and Landon on the other. The sight of coffee in front of me instantly taking over everything else.

I gave a little nod to the others as I poured some sugar and cream into my coffee before taking a big sip. I heard a chuckle from beside me as I sat there, a coffee cup cradled in my hand, looking like death warmed over.

“You okay?” Trevor whispered next to me. Taking another huge gulp, I nodded. Once I downed about half the cup, I started to feel better. The caffeine worked its way through my bloodstream.

“Ready to order?” The waitress appeared at the end of the table. I had a feeling they put off ordering for me.

While everyone told her what they wanted, I quickly scanned the menu. Everything made my stomach stir with nausea but I knew I had to eat something. “I’ll just have a bowl of fruit and some toast.” I told the waitress before she left.

“Seems like everyone had fun last night,” Bryton remarked, a wide grin on his face. Next to him, Mila looked worse than I did. She was leaning against his shoulder and looked half asleep.

“It was amazing,” Josie answered, then continued talking about how much fun the vacation had been.

As I refilled my coffee, I felt Trevor lean in close to my side.

“How did you sleep?”

“Good. Everything’s a bit of a blur though.” He chuckled at my words. “Do you know how I got to my room?”

“I brought you back.” At his words, I suddenlyremembered walking back to the hotel with him. A nagging voice kept telling me I did something stupid and embarrassing, but I couldn’t remember for the life of me what that could have been.

“I didn’t… I didn’t do anything bad, did I?” For the first time since sitting down, I looked at Trevor. At the sight of him, a memory flashed across my mind of the two of us at the club. We were dancing, and he whispered something to me.

Tasha, remember!

“Depends what your definition of bad is.” The look on Trevor’s face did nothing to ease my worry.

The longer I stared at Trevor, the more I was able to put the pieces of last night back together. I recalled dancing with Johnno, getting jealous of the girl touching Trevor, and then him appearing behind me, his words once again flashing through my mind.

I cringed at the memory of trying to dance in the middle of the street. And then I remembered what happened in my room last night. What Trevor said to me.

Because when I take you, I want you completely sober.

I could tell Trevor knew exactly what I was thinking as the corner of his lip tilted up. Oh God.Oh God. I threw myself at him last night. My drunk self invited him to spend the night, and he had to gently let me down.

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