Page 65 of Fear of Intimacy

“Please tell me this jet lag is kicking your ass too.”Josie groaned over the phone later that night.

“I’m exhausted.” Partly because of what she said but Trevor was to blame for the other part. Josie didn’t need to know that, though. Not yet.

I wanted to tell her everything, but I held back. This thing between Trevor and I was too new to tell anyone. A part of me wanted to keep us a secret for as long as we could before anyone else interfered.

It wasn’t like I didn’t trust Josie. I trusted her with my life. But I also knew she would march right up to Trevor and demand what his intentions were. She’d make sure he treated me right. And I fully planned on letting Josie loose on Trevor but now wasn’t the time.

For now, I wanted it to be just us two. So, if that meant keeping it from Josie, I would. Even though she’d be pissed at me when she found out. I just needed to know if the feelings between Trevor and me could really become something.

“Maybe next time we stay inthe same time zone.”

I chuckled at her words. It was her idea to go to Whitsunday Island in the first place.

While Josie chatted away over the phone, I got started on my laundry as I waited for my takeout to come. I was too tired to even think about cooking.

As soon as a knock sounded on my door, a weird noise came through the phone. It only took a second for me to realize what was going on. I could hear Wyatt saying something in Josie’s ear, followed by a soft whimper. I made a disgusted face.

Opening my door, I was greeted by Trevor, holding two to-go bags.

“Thank God,” I said by way of greeting, motioning for him to come in. Trevor looked at me with raised eyebrows as he closed my door behind him.

Josie’s whimper turned into something louder, making me want to gag.

“Okay, well I’ll talk to you later, Jo. Have fun.” Not even waiting for her response, I hung up. “Disgusting,” I muttered with a shake of my head.

“What was that about?”

“I think Josie and Wyatt were getting it on while I was on the phone with her.” Trevor just laughed before I said, “Next time you can be on the phone when they do that.”. Wanting to get the conversation off whatever Josie and Wyatt were doing, I looked at the bags in Trevor’s hands.

“Twice in one day. Are you secretly an Uber Eatsdriver?”

“It’s my side gig.” He grinned. “I actually ran into the delivery guy when I came up the stairs.”

When Trevor left my office this afternoon, neither of us had said anything about seeing one another tonight, but I was glad he showed up.

“And you brought food, too.” I noted two different nameson the bags. One from the Chinese place down the street and one from Chick-Fil-A.

“Didn’t know you already ordered something.” Trevor shifted his weight on his feet, seemingly embarrassed.

“Well, I, for one, am starving. There better be some fries in there.”

“Obviously.”

Grabbing a bag from him, I led him to my living room. My place wasn’t as big or nice as Trevor’s. It was just a two bedroom apartment with a more open floor plan. My kitchen opened up to a little dining area and the living space. The two bedrooms were off to the left of the kitchen down a short hall.

I wouldn’t say my place was a mess, but I did have stuff scattered around. I did like to keep things clean and organized but as soon as I had my own place, I made itmine.I put the decorations I wanted, even if they didn’t match. It wasn’t as glamorous as my parents place but I didn’t need it to be.

Growing up in my parent's house—well, more like a mansion—things were kept immaculate. The place was always meticulously decorated and everything had a place. A maid would come and clean the house every week until it was immaculate.

It wasn’t a homey house. No part of it screamed that a loving family lived here. We only ate at the dining room table a handful of times and only if clients came over. More often than not, I ate alone in my room.

I told myself that when I got my own place, I would make it the way I wanted. I would make it feel like a home. And I did.

“You know, if you keep bringing me food, I just might fall in love with you,” I spoke over my shoulder.

“Maybe that’s my plan.”

It was working.

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