Page 52 of Fear of Intimacy

“Take as long as you need.”

Before I could reply, he bent down and pecked my lips. His mouth curved upwards when he stepped back. The whole thing was so boyish and cute, I couldn’t stop the grin that spread across my face.

Taking the clothes from Trevor, I slipped past him to the bathroom hooked to his bedroom. I dared a peek over my shoulder and found him watching me. Picking up my pace, I quickly entered the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, and while I was soaking wet and my hair stuck to my face, the look in my eyes caught my attention.

Despite everything that happened that morning, my eyes appeared brighter. My hand came up to touch my lips, still tingling from the kiss in the rain. A kiss that I would not be forgetting about any time soon.

Not wanting to keep Trevor waiting, I quickly peeled off my wet clothes, taking a moment to debate on keeping my underwear on or not. Even though it would be a little weird, I slid them down my legs and pulled on the T-shirt.. While the boxers were a bit big, they were surprisingly comfortable.

In the confined bathroom where no one could see me, I tugged the collar of the shirt up and sniffed it. It smelled just like Trevor, citrus-y and spicy, it was almost intoxicating. The front of it had the Toronto Knightslogo, making me grin. Yeah, I was not giving this back any time soon.

Using his brush—a huge no, usually, but there was no other option—I quickly pulled it through my hair and put it back into a bun. I sighed at my reflection. The shirt hungdown to my knees, covering the boxers completely. I looked like a little kid putting on her parent’s clothes.

Gathering my wet clothes in my arms, underwear hidden in the middle, I slowly opened the bathroom door and peeked out. Just as I slipped out, Trevor walked through the doorway holding two glasses of water.

“Make yourself at home while I go put those in the dryer.” With empty hands, Trevor reached to grab my wet clothes but I turned him down.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to.”

“I don’t mind, really.” With a genuine smile, he took them from me and left me alone in his room.

My inner snooper appeared, and I wasted no time walking around his room slowly, taking it all in. I didn’t know why but I was surprised at how…bland it was. He had a nightstand on each side of his bed along with one lamp. He had a giant TV hooked to the wall opposite of the bed. Below it was what looked like a chest filled with movies and a gaming system.

The only thing noteworthy were the few pictures he had scattered around. Leaning down, my lips twitched at the photos. All of them were of the guys and Trevor. There was one with Wyatt and him where they looked barely out of high school. I noted that even younger Trevor was cute. He was definitely the type you’d have a secret crush on, along with every other girl in the entire school.

While he was cute back then, now there was something more…rugged about him. Obviously, he was more muscular and had tattoos. It was clear he was someone who only got better with age.

The next picture was him with Wyatt and Bryton. They stood with their arms around each other, still clad in their hockey uniforms, grins so wide. Trevor and Wyatt looked a bit older in this one, so it had to be more recent.

“We took that picture right after we won our first Cup Championship.” Trevor appeared behind me. I didn’t even try to hide that I was snooping. “You can take the bed. I’ll be out on the couch if you need anything.” While it was thoughtful, that wasn’t what I wanted.

“No.” Walking over to the bed, I sat down, swinging my legs over.

“No?” He watched me get comfortable in his bed, eyebrows raised.

“No. Get in here.” I patted the spot next to me. While we may not have been doing what either of us were probably wanting, this was the next best thing. I wanted—no, needed—to be close to him. Just so I knew that I wasn’t dreaming or making it up.

“Tasha, I?—”

“I want you to.” He still had a skeptical look on his face. “Please.”

He finally relented as he rounded the side of the bed and slid in. Even though the sun was up, his room was pleasantly dark thanks to the black-out curtains over his windows, so falling asleep wasn’t something I was too worried about.

“Sorry for just dropping by,” I whispered a few minutes later as the two of us laid on our backs.

“You never have to be sorry.”

Three more minutes passed before I opened my mouth again.

“Thank you for the clothes and drying mine.”

“Tasha.” Trevor chuckled.

“Yeah?”

“Go to sleep.”

“But I—” I didn’t get the words out before I was pulled toward him, my body practically landing on top of his.

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